Roses are red
They come in other colors to
The12 in my hand
I give to you
Roses are red
The sky is blue
Ihope you know
How much I love you
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
Welcome to Wonderland Where nothing is what it seems at first The straightest path Can wind into the darkest of woods Flower laugh because...
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