During the darkest indigo midnight, yet will countless stars blossom. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Flowers whisper “Beauty!” to the world, even as they fade, wilt, fall. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com

During the darkest indigo midnight, yet will countless stars blossom. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Flowers whisper “Beauty!” to the world, even as they fade, wilt, fall. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
She throws her coin into a fountain already filled with hopeful coins, yet wonders if the wishes might become tangled. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Yearning for sun and starlight, roses and winter, together. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com