The roses are not propagating the fragrant scent of the fragrant wangiya, by itself it spread all around you @lolirikes
Missed it, is a time where I became a painter. Timed unsafe driving me closed. Kulukis shadow you in my eyelids.
Missed it bidders picked, you could sell anything to spend it. Do you sell time and distance, and even energy.
Longing is the echo of sounds ringing in the ears, a recurring sprain in the mind of the soul
I pray for you always smiling happy my dear @lorilikes