Spring is about to cover our city, with flowers and the fresh smell of the air.
The wind goes northward, and I am writing the story of my life.
The grass outside my window is greener than ever, and I can't stop thinking how wrong is the way new flowers cover the hill which was coverd by trees once.
The bad guys from the other villages cut my trees off and took them away.
Now I am taking my pencil and my papers, and I am going outside. The door closed, and my hair is covering my face. I am sitting in the cold, wet ground, and I pray for my loved, ding trees.
Be well, I love you. I am wispering. And than, I am closing my eyes.
The wind goes northward, and I am writing the story of my life.
The grass outside my window is greener than ever, and I can't stop thinking how wrong is the way new flowers cover the hill which was coverd by trees once.
The bad guys from the other villages cut my trees off and took them away.
Now I am taking my pencil and my papers, and I am going outside. The door closed, and my hair is covering my face. I am sitting in the cold, wet ground, and I pray for my loved, ding trees.
Be well, I love you. I am wispering. And than, I am closing my eyes.
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