this is the old oak treebloom at the later year
such maturity
such charm
no one will forget you
this is the daywhere the shadow was cast
the mystery that looms for months
seem to have crack
i miss the rainbow
for what reason
i dont really know.
nothing to compare about.
only one unique rainbow will exist.
the one that i cant own.
wonder why it matters so much
yet i've got so much other things to trouble
falling deeper which shouldnt have happened.
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