Poems from gabylvilla
Grandma's Garden
The Flowers are done
Who knew the summer
would make them wilt
The grief filled me with guily
Although my soul is young
It'...
Grandma's Garden
The Flowers are done
Who knew the summer
would make them wilt
The grief filled me with guily
Although my soul is young
It'...
Grandma’s Garden
The flowers are done
Who knew the summer would make them wilt
The grief filled me with guilt
Although my soul is young
It...
Grandma’s Garden
The flowers are done
Who knew the summer would make them wilt
The grief filled me with guilt
Although my soul is young
It...