my mind was ablaze
within my heart, hope and despair stood face to face
oh dear god, where can she be...
please, bring back my flower to me...
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protea
Poetry"her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high." a flower, protea an admirer a past of pain a garden of rehabilitation a love soil deep Come see their journey
wilt
my mind was ablaze
within my heart, hope and despair stood face to face
oh dear god, where can she be...
please, bring back my flower to me...