Sunlight dances off the leaves
Birds of red colour the trees
Flowers filled with buzzing bees
In places we won't walk
Neon lights shine bold and bright
Buildings grow to dizzy heights
People come alive at night
In places we won't walk
Children cry and laugh and play
Slowly, hair will turn to grey
We will smile to end each day
In places we won't walk
Family look on in awe
Petals decorate the floor
Waves gently stroke the shore
In places we won't walk
Children cry and laugh and play
Slowly, hair will turn to grey
We will smile to end each day
In places we won't walk
YOU ARE READING
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Короткий рассказbasically.... this is for when I'm feeling sentimental. this is a book for deep feelings... all sorts... things that are hard to describe, and little stories I've made, (txt ship oneshots)
