I'm sitting in my room, drinking lavender tea and hugging my poetry journal. It is so beautiful, and it feels like pages are talking to my heart. As I'm turning the pages, I feel that there is a story, there is music and divine lyrics that still have to be written... beautiful paintings that still have to be painted. Words fill our hearts with love like this unforgettable perfume, words are like these delicate petals..
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