Winterscore ©
Tuesday, April 30, 2024
Rain falling without sound
Rain falling without sound
Blurred reflections in black
As if love was napping
And colors will come back
Time passing glance to glance
Footsteps soft as pale light
Attention to detail
Now lost in some mere trite
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