***I might gonna find my tears into a riverbank
Flew off the dead leaves in autumn's metanoia
Fooled and choked what's been left unsaid
Changing its colors and season
Maybe someday i'll let myself;
Find the right things to be done
Trouvaille the beautiful things
to believe in.***
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
***I might gonna find my tears into a riverbank
Flew off the dead leaves in autumn's metanoia
Fooled and choked what's been left unsaid
Changing its colors and season
Maybe someday i'll let myself;
Find the right things to be done
Trouvaille the beautiful things
to believe in.***
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