Impatient for autumnBut I hate summer. Autumn's my time, when the nights close in, the sun sets in fiery shades and the trees burn coldly into their winter deaths. When rime frost coats the ground, and my breath puffs out before me. The dew-laden lace, a spider's handiwork, glitters in the late dawn and the pearl-white mist diffuses the bright, sharp sunlight.
That's my time. With ice in the air, and magic in the mist, and cold breath on my lips, I'll come alive. Makes me smile just to imagine it, pressing against the windows, seeping through the gaps with the dusky damp scent of decay, and bonfires. Beautiful.
It's working already...
Angsty
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Take a look to my
Always chasing happiness, we forget about how it really feel...But u can easily see it in puppy`s eyes, sense it in babies smile or inhale it from the breathe of the beloved.
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Kiedy rano otwieram oczy - widzę film.
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There is no place to seek the mind; it is like the footprints of birds in the sky.
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There is no place to seek the mind; it is like the footprints of birds in the sky.
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Take a look to my
Always chasing happiness, we forget about how it really feel...But u can easily see it in puppy`s eyes, sense it in babies smile or inhale it from the breathe of the beloved.
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There is no place to seek the mind; it is like the footprints of birds in the sky.
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choose anew, please evolve, take flight
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There is no place to seek the mind; it is like the footprints of birds in the sky.
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