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Review: In the quiet hour where the moon hangs low, I walk through gardens no daylight could know. Silver petals tremble beneath my feet, While distant stars and lonely shadows meet. The wind hums softly through ancient trees, Carrying secrets across the seas. Every heartbeat echoes like a drum, Calling for places I’ve never come from. I gather dreams like pearls in my hands, Tiny worlds no one else understands. Some are broken, some still shine bright, Flickering gently against the night. And though the dark may swallow the sky, Still the fearless constellations rise high. They whisper, “Even the deepest pain Will bloom into something alive again.” So I keep walking through endless rain, Wearing my sorrow like jeweled chains. Not every wound was made to fade, Some become art in the souls they’ve shaped. And if tomorrow forgets my name, The stars will remember I still became A girl made of storms, silence, and fire, Living on hope and fragile desire.……………………………………………………………………………………………………………,
Màu sắc: Màu be
Kích thước: 4Y
