When no wind whirled,
Without whistles in the sky,
They fell down,
silently on the ground,
the withered leaves.
Just like promises,
Greenery fades away,
priorities shift,
and they still lay.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 11:38 PM UTC
When no wind whirled,
Without whistles in the sky,
They fell down,
silently on the ground,
the withered leaves.
Just like promises,
Greenery fades away,
priorities shift,
and they still lay.
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