The wind blows
The shadows fall...
Nocturnal Beetle
Glowing over the bushes...
The atmosphere spreads under stars in their choir
With piebald black clouds to mull and admire...
I love trees
they make me feel good...
Seas with mysterious, glistening water,
And ones people lived happily by the river...
As i rub the rose spikes along my hairy long...
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A last breath, a last batting of times eyelids,
eyes fall of rain, in the depths of ourselves...
Swaying in the gentle breeze
there's a multitude of colors...
Walking through the
arboretum...
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As the rain pours and pours...
A hail of a bell,
Became softer and softer...
The times that we had; Just us two.
Disappointments shared; We were blue...