Here I have fondled on the autumn of suggestions, And that it is crucial to use the scoop and the rakes, even the fakes;
My boyhood was only a generous flood, Mingled here and there by the gifted sun, I was not a moody son;
The explosion and the moisture have wreaked such devastation, That very small vermilion fruit lingers on my lawn;
To recompose the flooded soils, Whither the moisture thrusts wide, the chasms as enormous as ancient shrines;
Now, who perceives the fresh flowers that I fantasize about, Who will unearth this earth, bathed like a shore;
And the doubtful rival that gnaws our spirits, from the blood that we lose swells and matures powerful;
Where is the magical sustenance, that would provoke them to become influential? O grief! oh, the guilt! Only the distance consumes my existence.
Sincerely, @izge.
Here I have fondled on the autumn of suggestions, And that it is crucial to use the scoop and the rakes, even the fakes; My boyhood was only a generous flood, Mingled here and there by the gifted sun, I was not a moody son; The explosion and the moisture have wreaked such devastation, That very small vermilion fruit lingers on my lawn; To recompose the flooded soils, Whither the moisture thrusts wide, the chasms as enormous as ancient shrines; Now, who perceives the fresh flowers that I fantasize about, Who will unearth this earth, bathed like a shore; And the doubtful rival that gnaws our spirits, from the blood that we lose swells and matures powerful; Where is the magical sustenance, that would provoke them to become influential? O grief! oh, the guilt! Only the distance consumes my existence. Sincerely, @izge.
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