today..
I have been cleaning the window and saw the snowy street by it dusty glass.the tree was there,the rock and the one old memory,all of them was there except you....
I take the pencil and painting everything gray expect your dried red flower..
today..
I have been cleaning the window,again and again and again...
It's beutiful standing for you.
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Author:
keyvan (Pseudonym) (
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