Category: poetic
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Breeze
Many leaves are falling from the tree, Autumn is near thee, My sunglasses are Bliss, The clock is ticking. The sound of a breeze, Quietly hearing the colors In a black & white film. Let the breeze go where it…
π¬ππππππ ππ πΎππππππππ – Soon: A story of two.

Many leaves are falling from the tree, Autumn is near thee, My sunglasses are Bliss, The clock is ticking. The sound of a breeze, Quietly hearing the colors In a black & white film. Let the breeze go where it…