— FLOWERS PERISH AFTER AWHILE .

         AN AVALANCHE of lustrous cherry—blossom petals cuddled the azalea valley of botanical paradise while she stood there , in a top—notch high—waisted sunflower skirt , staring at the milky nectar sky , as her virgin taste buds shattered delicately by the luscious bite of honeysuckle berries inside scarlet sensitive mouth . ( this beauteous post reminded me of my once pastel soul that is now poisoned by ungodly children ! ) . the variations of wondrous lullabies drooled from her rosé wine lips so tender . and , she laughed . because in the crestfallen end , she had to salvaged the temporary buoyant of saccharine ardor of striking vista before it shifted away from enthralling expectations to her dull reality // her bad living .

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HI , ANGELS !
❝ i'm so sorry for not posting . i just went back from my boarding school . thank you for the endless support . i love you ! have a great day / night ! ❞