Posted by Hazel Dream on 5:00 PM
I am a leaf of the gypsy spring
Unattainable, restless at the mercy of egotistic ambition
Sometime silent summer visits me
Like an ignorant slippery youth
I live on foolish hope of her silent grave
Where I will perish with the fragrance of her memories



do u consciousely let go of the slippery summer? be careful lest its too late and you see her grave's just died nd withered away...


hmm its ok lets summer go ...autumn wll come soon

You are saying so much in just a few words...

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