When I saw roses pressed
between the yellowed pages-
Last vestiges of fathomless love,
A passion so consuming
that even in its ruin,
It makes lost souls reach for murmured hopes
and wistful dreams.
The independent she who loves life
When I saw roses pressed
between the yellowed pages-
Last vestiges of fathomless love,
A passion so consuming
that even in its ruin,
It makes lost souls reach for murmured hopes
and wistful dreams.
Lost love perfectly captured forever 💜💜
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