she breathed in daisies,
breathed out roses.
she spoke of beautiful things,
she's made of kindness.
-Adiiid
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Poetry For The Soul
PoetrySometimes, you have to breathe in poetry to feel alive again. And oh, come inside my Wonderland. Darling, I am waiting. Book cover by: @notursaint © Copyright 2016 By: Adiiid
