The Pale Rose (extract)
Her broken heart scatters like petals in the breeze
As shards they sought and collected by the lowly,
guarded in vessels of hope,
awaiting the hearts spring that it may bloom anew
Sunday 17th March 2019 6:42 pm
Her broken heart scatters like petals in the breeze
As shards they sought and collected by the lowly,
guarded in vessels of hope,
awaiting the hearts spring that it may bloom anew
Sunday 17th March 2019 6:42 pm
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