JS Angel Wings: Autumn stars 💖
Golden baths in autumn gardens
The breath of the past is coming in a hurry
Its waves are poured out by the shining sun.
Army drivers of the flowing years, tired
Autumn stars on golden meadow say goodbye
Leda Angel © 2021-09- 28
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