• summercloud 9w

    Thoughts on my mind are like snow in the winter ... Fall off slowly .. Messages are here, messages are scattered there. As if it were an artist's painting ... Do I miss the rain or my soul is a dry land .. And you need someone to water it. Or maybe my eyes missed your childish smile ... Or that Ruddy in her downfall ... And your wind caresses her ... My messages are tangled ... Even I don't know how to talk to her or how to sell her ... It was repeated, fell, and perished And I did not find anyone to collect it ... As if she was a shy girl who lost her dress ... My soul is naked and my soul is empty ... And she is with you without importance, tell me how ,,, How do I steal joy from your eyes and draw a butterfly in the land of freedom ....

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