Poppy - Trish


Her cheeks as rosy as the soft petals of the flower, her eyes that shone brightly in a joy that was inexplicable. That ever constant smile on her full lips, beautiful as the rising sun...

Every word that rolled off her tongue was music to my deafened ears, and every laugh she cast my way was another burst of hope in my heart. 


That wasn't her her name. But beauty can never be confined within one. Neither could hers.

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