They share a window sill.
In her own soil, she grows to blossom and blossoms to bloom.
Broad in the shoulders, wrapped in gold, his roots as twine binding stones to still.
In the shadowless light of an overcast noon, why so certain, she?
In her own soil, she grows to blossom and blossoms to bloom.
Broad in the shoulders, wrapped in gold, his roots as twine binding stones to still.
In the shadowless light of an overcast noon, why so certain, she?
Une vie d'amour et d'eau fraîche.
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