اشعار

Sono stata nel mondo a metà,

Io, 2.0

Người ơi sau mỗi cuộc tàn

I attest to this:

Time will heal all ills. All those that night brought - that hurt and stirred the gentle night into a wild unknowing.

Je ne pense plus et tu es là

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Demain, dès l’aube, à l’heure où blanchit la campagne,

Crimson, delicate paper written with pink ink, forever meant to be remembered, yet too faint to shine. Her lover breathed a gentle breeze, and she melted with every passing moment. Her beauty remained imprinted in those twinkling eyes, but bittersweet, she was ephemeral never meant to live forever in this life. Her blu

I did not mean to burn the rice tonight.