🍂 Traces of What Was
Memories wander through misted air,
Where valley streams and ferns appear.
Regret and grace ride on the wind,
Old songs hum low where shadows bend.
They settle deep on mossy stone,
Along the path where wild vines roam.
I linger while the daylight fades,
Till faded moments find their shades...06262026 ©LanZhan🌄朝朝暮暮🎑 安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳 안나 메이 델라 차이나...🇨🇳:1005:805
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