🍁Weary Soul🍁
My faith slipped soft through tulips’ gentle bloom,
Beneath cold night where lilies breathe and room.
I laid my heavy soul upon the lea,
Where daffodils still wake and wait for me.
The waning moon hangs low, pale and mild,
To soothe my grief, make sorrow soft and child.
The wind brushed off my tears, light and slow,
And sang old lullabies to ease my woe.
It stole my restless dreams, wild and unkind,
And left a quiet peace within my mind...06012026 ©LanZhan🌄朝朝暮暮🎑 安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳 안나 메이 델라 차이나...🇨🇳:1005:805:17
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