I hope you beat the solemn mood today. Go look for leaves, and ask them where they hide their tiny little whiffs.
Summer never dies.
It hides in the farts of leaves.
Whiffs of memory.
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I hope you beat the solemn mood today. Go look for leaves, and ask them where they hide their tiny little whiffs.
Summer never dies.
It hides in the farts of leaves.
Whiffs of memory.
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This made my morning.
This is so pretty
Like a shining star of words-
Black Knight's Poetry⭐️