åtte - end of october

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slowly moving the bright sky
the time passes in a blink of an eye.
and the white shadows keep staring at me,
where could it be?

the wind blows the sadness away,
threads of grass softly sway.
falling between them pieces
nobody misses.

listen to the sound of the trees
they're humming far from the stress.
and how could i not be happy?
when everywhere i look it's pretty.

cause the time you'll leave me
i'll stop, stare and be.
but until then let's pretend we love,
let's pretend there's no other more.

— ill be yours for a moment.

2021-10-21

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