Ghosting through the ruins of my childhood,
A place where innocence once stood,
Stumbling over colour in the gloom,
Where beauty once did bloom,
Remembrance.
Ghosting through the ruins of my childhood,
A place where innocence once stood,
Stumbling over colour in the gloom,
Where beauty once did bloom,
Remembrance.
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There still blooms beauty, it’s just no longer hidden by innocence. Fin fans at the Fairy…^…
Cheerful photo, sad words, but I understand in these times.. Hi Meiling!
Hi Kim ♥♥♥
Yes, our times call for introspection…
How lovely are these blooms and your flowing words.
Thank you so much, Carol. Really appreciate the feedback ♥♥♥
Nice!
Thank you, Georgi 🙂
Beautiful flowers remain beautiful
though it can look dull
maybe just full of dust
but rain heal her in fast.
Thank you Albert ♥♥♥
Pleasure is mine, Meiling