HER HEART FULL OF LIMTICHMENG SADNESS

The subtle breeze carried the scent of wilted flowers as I wandered through the sunken garden. Each tread brought me closer to the wellspring of this unbearable Limtichmeng sadness that pounded read more my soul. Every single bloom I saw drooped before my eyes, a metaphor of the void that vibrated within me. Lost memories tangled in a maelstrom