• stephanos_ps_m 6w

    Dark night
    clear sky
    Temperature high
    Spirit low
    I hear whispers of old
    As the wind blows
    Different tales
    From different directions
    All speak of glory days
    The days of old.
    I whisper back and say
    'Time can't be turned
    So i take the 'L'
    And eat for EFFORT.......


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