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On a charming morning, I sat beneath a maple tree flower is dancing one two three. A fireflies fall in the green grass.
By Chitrak5 years ago in Poets
Dear, at the end of the day, will I get a piece of air? If didn't come to the home As a vagabond, If my name is deleted
Day stops at the end of the road, silent time, alone wind wandering around, grass to grass. don't know how long times she is still alive?
