the wind bliss at my body and substance my
emotions,
sound of the nature melody in my ears,
they say― It's okay, you will be fine someday.
leaves bring me happiness, flowers give me bloom
to my next itinerary, i enjoy this assumption,
finally, I can endure this fantasy.
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Journal De Tragique
PoetryWe know this world was cruel and betrayal, but one thing that cannot been erase the words of tragic that keep always happen in every life, and everytime. do you want to feel that way, or you should do the right things for your own good. hope you sup...
