I sit in the autumn powdered

In a good mood.
I sit in the autumn powdered.
Sun-drenched, strange,
Promised Heaven.

I fly to the target,
Rounding rocks.
No, I'm not for her,
She said to me soon.

Everything will be planned,
The wind blew Destiny.
I sit in the autumn powdered.
In a good mood.


8.10.10.


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