Vanilla Sunrise
From the lips of Morning, Where the blossoms lie, Petulantly scorning, Breathed a little sigh; “Sunrise flowers wither, Quickly turn
TagNani
Feather
Glass eyes and porcelain skin Look to her and think of sin Her touch is like a hazy dream
Dreamy Pond
My comfort zone is like a little bubble around me, and I’ve pushed it in different directions and made it