without the zephyr of ink, my wings are trimmed by the fists of limitations. The foliage of my heart's garden, has withered down so restlessly, that my palms tremble in collecting the shattered pieces of my heart... Bonjour Worddicts! Welcome to our first "Best quote Challenge!" ( #WCmysoulisincomplete ) Rules for this challenge: 👉You all can write this quote in as much lines as you want.