ππΈπΏπΎπΌπΈ .. 718β
ββββββ (quarrel on stems)
πππ πΊ, π»πππ. π | Eps. 22
Petals envy her gentle sway,
Morning dew on her lips does stay.
Her laughter, like a meadow's song,
Echoes where the breezes belong. π¦