The essence of the woods,
The depth of rivers,
A colour of prosperous summer,
A streak in the night.
These leaves are tender,
It's our youth that we inhale.
A morning sadness,
A touch of green and pink,
Where green is reliability
And pink is romance.
These leaves are tender,
It's our youth that we inhale.
A dark evening in which
We dance together,
No regrets, no flashbacks.
An open space.
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Dark Elves. 2. Emerald
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2023
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