เญจเญง ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง ๐๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ
Like a quiet morning somewhere in Parisโ
a window half-open,
soft sunlight resting on the table,
and roses blooming beside a handwritten note.
We gather flowers slowly,
choosing every stem for its color,
its fragrance, its little character.
Un bouquet doux,
รฉlรฉgant,
et fait avec amour.
For every beautiful feeling
that deserves to bloom.
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