colours slowly fade away in this season of shades the beautiful trees are changing into thin, dark remnants of summer their branches slowly becoming bare winter approaches with crippling cold there will be death
whispered to the stars ✨ countless names, -yet all the same the ones we loved the ones we lost once upon a time remembered, but forgotten they'll remain always always the same
“All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
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