
As the tired fairy listens to herself with flowers, the sun rises when the longing for her lover appears,πΌ It was light to the darkness of my inner soul, darling, without it everywhere was dark.πΌπΌ lover is the paradise of the lover, our soul is struggling to get her heart from her,πΌπΌ flowers inspired the [β¦]
My heart is not the sun, but love illuminates

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