Written, December 02, 2023
Poetry/Suzette Prime/Surreal Reality Copyright Protected, ID 12-1601-960-02 All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
my dreams have always been of flowers and birds in a garden fairytale but life is no fantasy it is full of tears sometimes, I will hang my head like a dying flower at times, I will flutter with joy like a butterfly can dream a real nightmare or a beautiful garden born with imagination when my life is falling to pieces since a girl I just retreat into fantasy safe and protected my words are weapons but like a flower my beauty, also
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