Our path roads that withered
The dead leaves fall down like tears
The wind blows and everything drifts apart
The rain pours and shatters until the last leaf
Like us, we fell apart
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Book of Thoughts
PoetryA collection of short stories, poetries, quotes, and other thoughts that just stays silent in my head.
Autumn
Our path roads that withered
The dead leaves fall down like tears
The wind blows and everything drifts apart
The rain pours and shatters until the last leaf
Like us, we fell apart
