A rose from my parent's garden.
I think when I look back at
this summer I pray
it will be with joy
but I think it will also be
with the sense that everything is
one big blur of events.
Joyful but tiring.
I think when I look back at
this summer I pray
it will be with joy
but I think it will also be
with the sense that everything is
one big blur of events.
Joyful but tiring.
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