Eleanor ... but under the lens of Tatiana!
Adolescence in white, black and gray, melancholy but also anger or phlegm ... it is my purpose in this world?
For Eleanor
A terrible storm
descends on the prairie
A wild flower
cowered in the grass.
"I do not want to open up,
The storm made me too scared. "
But the sun attracts
It opens, what splendor!
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