âme solitaire
Arianna, New York City.
208 (Lilacs)

Violets, graced by your touch have withered. 
Orchids, that once defined your delicate beauty grew frail and dull. 
Daises, oh the daises. 
The garden, couldn’t withhold the strength of the winds. 
Roots uplifting, all but one.
The Lilacs, the delicate Lilacs. 

(Source: ses-amour)

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