ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝒮ℯ𝒸ℴ𝓃𝒹 𝒞ℴ𝓃𝓋ℯ𝓃𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒸ℯ
The second day after the butterfly flapped its wings. The girl's eyes narrowed with a wide smile. That suspicious whisper still haunts and fills. It doesn't matter, because the wind has erased the traces and blown a portrait that will never be repeated. The leaves are waving as if to say that everything will be fine. Right.
The second day after the butterfly flapped its wings. The girl's eyes narrowed with a wide smile. That suspicious whisper still haunts and fills. It doesn't matter, because the wind has erased the traces and blown a portrait that will never be repeated. The leaves are waving as if to say that everything will be fine. Right.