Thursday, November 23, 2023

'How Our Melodies Differed' Comments

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She liked the chords of the guitar, but all I ever was, was a hopeless romantic melody of the piano.
A rose in the bouquet full of dandelions that she wanted.
The rain in the spring, full of butterflies and blooming flowers.
A bright morning sunshine for her, the moon that she loved talking to at night.
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