Found in every foot path, every unknown weary lane,
in each known stone chamber,
the drawn away paints and always a charm:
a tale to paint,
a paint to faint,
the reappearing of a time
How can it return if it never be gone?
so does everything shall be gone
if it must be returned...
✍️Rwrites
- Author: Rwrites (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 16th, 2024 01:43
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 9
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