I was born to sign of your death (tree) ,
But not thought to smile on your cemetery,
How lucky I am
To have something with
Flower ring (mushroom)
With colors of your (tree) flesh
That's makes you say
Goodbye with my warm heart.
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Author:
Blackbeauty (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 13th, 2021 10:46
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
nice natural and beautiful
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