The rainy landscape consisted of brown leafless tree set against a backround of gray sky
Green crushed velvet marry the brench
When flower acting like rising extreme cold
My broken arms are blankly in seven dreams
I'll be killed by daylight reality
So, should I stay on the naked tree to the greatest evening?
Cindy Melody
May 13th, 2009
Wednesday, 13 May 2009
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