Pregled posta

Dancing all day at a waterfall little fairy grow tired. She stopped to talk to a butterfly “What is love my little one? What is love?” Dancing away she started singing. A sad song full of melancholy. “What is love my little one?” Voice so lonely, asking for a friend. She looked sad. Turning around to search for a worm hand. “What is love? Wont nobody tell me?” She sits on the grass covered in flowers. What is love she’ll never know? Sitting alone in her grace still wondering.