Friday, September 28, 2018

Buddleia When butterflies brave the Buddleia, I may recall the rites of summer as it goes. I know we often passed through sunlit ways. Your hair like night against the summer rose. I search through forgotten hours so I may learn. What made your eyes light up each summer day. I watch the petals to... Sign in to see full entry.

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