Tragedy...
...when the morning cries and you don't know why.
The morning indeed cried excessively: there was a storm. The sunflower was hurt. Hurt bad. It has now been put to rest.
The feeling's gone and I can't go on.
Good job I got pictures of it's immense height at the weekend!
Moon. xxx
The morning indeed cried excessively: there was a storm. The sunflower was hurt. Hurt bad. It has now been put to rest.
The feeling's gone and I can't go on.
Good job I got pictures of it's immense height at the weekend!
Moon. xxx
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