How quietly nature diesIn radiant sunlightIn soft breezesUnder cumulus clouds
I dig the melancholy feel of this poem.
yup!
Our plums turned into prunes right on the tree.
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I dig the melancholy feel of this poem.
yup!
Our plums turned into prunes right on the tree.