My name for photo: Bravery
A red and white heart is created with passion.
Its filled with honey and sour lemons
Hard and soft it goes up and down
Never stopping.
Into the garden it walks deep down into the flowers and woods
Were nobody can find it
It screams on the top of its lungs
Saying the day has come to face the wonders and mysterys.
I will find my gold
With or with out a chest or a brain guiding me.
I will find a way to capture the seeds
And feed my self.
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