Her lovely, fluffy, long golden hair, Which gleamed always in the sunlight flare, seemed blowing furs from a pretty dandelion. Lovely stack of HeR soft cotton dandelion, Soon them curled— old, dry and pale, Fate when played a dark grim tale. When faith in her lost hope to cope, She locked confined to the prison in her head, fighting thoughts which wanted her dead. HeR man but constantly kept her cheered; Vowed her to show, them grow back as old, Guiding her back home (life) with light of his soul. Cancer stories. #yqbaba #yourquote #peppeboy #courage #her_series #cancersurvivors #cancer #overcome
