Crickets sing as the sun takes a nap
While the river continues to flow like a welcoming orchestra for the moon.
What has gone is yet to be reborn,
But when will it stop?
Will it be an eternal cycle?
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 5:50 AM UTC
Crickets sing as the sun takes a nap
While the river continues to flow like a welcoming orchestra for the moon.
What has gone is yet to be reborn,
But when will it stop?
Will it be an eternal cycle?
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