The good thing in the dreams is that not always they turn into reality and that keep us continue, step by step...
I had a seed, but it never felt the kisses of the sun and the embrace of the water...
I had a flower, lost its roots...
I had a short lasting beauty...
I have a flower, scorched...
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not Yours, Eden
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