knock, knock,knock,goes the paradox,as we watchthe summer end, andheads towardsanother equinox… loveleft behindin the summer rain,smells of you,while I deliberatelytake respite out of view, and caressa fallen starwith all the lovein my heart, andprepare to bid you adieu… dreamswhisperedtoward the mountains,while I bound overthe trail less trodden, and reminiscewith the flowersof longer days,and lingering scentswhich […]

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