marcio-92994
Wise men say that all is fair in love and war. And that there is no right or wrong in the designs of love. I could only watch as the wind broke its wings. Wounded and torn, crushed like a flower under the snow. And like a flower in spring. Love will be reborn to heal your wings. Love heals the wings of a butterfly that flies in circles. Love will heal the wings of a butterfly that flies in circles.