Standing in the wet
stones in rain, cursing winds,
that had stolen sun.
Why do I wait for
you, when you had sealed the―
secrets of golden fall?
Nostalgic walk in
woods to catch the fairies
sitting on toad stools.
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Author:
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- Category: Nature
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