🍁Fleeting Years🍁
The wind whispers softly, harp strings murmur under a crescent moon's smile,
Stars draw near, yet black curtains of clouds still drape the sky.
In deep gaze, a beautiful face emerges from sadness,
An imprint on the heart, a fiery vermilion that hasn't faded.
White flames blaze in the eyes, harp strings gently soothe the soul,
A soul entwined in dreams, clinging to every moment of love.
Years may pass, but memories in the heart never dissipate,
Yet still, I ask the spirit, where does that elusive figure dwell?...🌚✨02172026 ©LanZhan
安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳 안나 메이 델라 차이나...🇨🇳:1005:805:17
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