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Serenity Praise

Poezja

Here I paint my bleds and laughs... Seasons of life there you bloom.

Breeze

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by Tee1110

by Tee1110

Sun rays
Moon winds
The Breeze
Or storm
I'm disturbed
Scared or
Trembled

It's not
It's not
It's not
Don't think
It's like that

But I'm here running
In the faraway land
With my shaking hands
And loosen breath

Sky is bright
Eyes are piercing
But Covered with shadows
Where I'm following