🍁THOUGHTS ON THE EDGE 🍁
Autumn holds riddles still without an end,
Leaves turn pale, yet never fully bend.
Flowers fade from warm to ashen gray,
While winds roam light across the open bay.
Barren fields bear no harvest, though they stand,
Abandoned stretches of untended land.
The sun dips low, a faint and rolling sphere,
And mountains move in slow, unsteady air.
All these faint visions drift and gently glide,
Along the edges of my quiet mind...06222026 ©LanZhan🌄朝朝暮暮🎑 安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳 안나 메이 델라 차이나...🇨🇳:1005:805
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