Dust
Draw the path of rain on the glass.
dry, windy roads
reminiscing
The rows of trees cast invisible symbols into the sky.
where to pick up the sad
dreamy butterfly wings
and the pouring sunlight
place
Everything was quiet.
only leaves love each other
Thinking about a colorless future
Laughter amidst the noise
old squirrel
Eat up the dream.
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