3d
Meet me in the middle—
where the sun rests in the sky,
and spills through the river.
Slipping into the hills,
—as the trees begin to quiver.
where the sun rests in the sky,
and spills through the river.
Slipping into the hills,
—as the trees begin to quiver.
Wrote this piece on the shore of a river during sunset. It doesn't justify how poetic the romance of the sun and the river was while the wind played their song.
(26/F/Nepal)
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