Sep 2023
Falling leaves
on the rhythm of the wind
you fly.
To a place unknown.
Rainy days,
it’s getting colder.
People haste.
Umbrellas are up.
Year is getting older.
Let’s go home.
Shell ✨🐚
on the rhythm of the wind
you fly.
To a place unknown.
Rainy days,
it’s getting colder.
People haste.
Umbrellas are up.
Year is getting older.
Let’s go home.
Shell ✨🐚
Yes, december is almost here.
In no time another year passes.
So much happened all over the world.
We are the falling leaves.
In no time another year passes.
So much happened all over the world.
We are the falling leaves.
Written by
Solange Loe-Sack-Sioe
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