🍁Unthinkable🍁
No sunbeam breaks this heavy, graying morn,
Where clouded skies in gloom and mist are born.
The mountain breathes in fog, dim, cold, and deep,
While maple leaves upon the waters weep.
It longs to sink, to drown in dark below,
But soft streams whisper where the currents go:
“Weep as deep as pain can reach and rend,
Hope shall meet your sorrow, in the end.”...06012026 ©LanZhan🌄朝朝暮暮🎑 安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳 안나 메이 델라 차이나...🇨🇳:1005:805:17
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