you are my
incomplete rainbow,
unplanted trees,
out of the bloom
flowers, and-
the clouds that you
cannot reach the
love for me.
🍁 🍁 🍁
YOU ARE READING
SEASON TO FALL [Memoir Series #1] ✅
PoésieWe fall, every season. We love, who they are. We lose, because the hope lost. -Ristin 🍁
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you are my
incomplete rainbow,
unplanted trees,
out of the bloom
flowers, and-
the clouds that you
cannot reach the
love for me.
🍁 🍁 🍁