🍁Winter Flower🍁
When all our wandering and roaming come to end,
Our paths converge where final roads descend.
We rest in silence, in the earth’s soft keep,
Like dust on wind, that wanders, dances, sleep.
Our tale may echo through eternity’s vast space,
Or vanish fast without a mark or trace.
Like winter bloom that scarce unfolds its grace,
Our scent, our memory fade without a trace.
Seasons turn, and all we were must pass away,
Softly, surely, like snow melts into grey...06012026 ©LanZhan🌄朝朝暮暮🎑 安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳 안나 메이 델라 차이나...🇨🇳:1005:805:17
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