FLEURS DORÉE Eau de Toilette minyakwangi

FLEURS DORÉE Eau de Toilette minyakwangiThe crimson blooms still unfurl, but now you shine no more. The once brilliant red has soured, an ominous red like blood on iron, sickly hue ticking down like an ancient clocka reminder of how long Marias prison has trapped you. When the last pieces of your soul are nearly devoured, it appearsa hand, aglow with the golden warmth of sunlight that soothes you, guides you, but never binds you. For the first time in years, you catch a faint scent of

There will be osmanthus on the breeze

the shadow behind the spotlight

Of two people too tangled to let go

Then the white rose

Must be terrifying too

It smells like spring

so much words but so silent

sounds a little too familiar with a sigh

A religious symbol

He didn't wake her

as she finally opened her eyes

But those deadly footsteps are already at your garden gate…