Irish eyes of the blue as the sky long blonde hair of a lonely girl with a heart of a wolf.
As each pedal falls with tears of loss and anger her eyes gray as the storm clouds brewing.
Her heart breaks into little pieces as the storm brews while she faces each pedal coming off the veins of happiness. Her eyes start getting darker showing her anger in a beautiful way her veins bring the flower pedals up as she cleans her face off....
Whispers......
My Soul well fly with the storm as my wolf in my howls with the storm"
As her eyes glow gray turning back to her Irish blue....
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