Published: 01 Jul 2019 › Updated: 01 Jul 2019
Little flower
Gray, cold, foggy ... The sun with clouds swollen. Chill blows up in the soul ... What can I avoid loneliness? Joy will deliver as a gift I make myself - hardly a woman, who does not enjoy flowers ... Hello, little flower ...!
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