Personal Literature

Fleur Fanée

Where is my sensible vision ?
Somewhere only me know
Where all of your scents gathered,
and love are free to be given away

Homey oh my feeling,
blown to where the questions churning and burning
to where salvation lies within
heart and arms where my home belong

Oh if my life is for rent,
then Dido will be surrounding my mind forever
but, i feel right that i deserve nothing more than i get

Suis-moi, mon cher ….
to where our chosen shooting star falls




















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