It rains, the soil smells, the sun shines, the world is where my beauty ends.
Which beautiful eye was there and did not flow to the ground? What beautiful face was there and did not become soil? Life is a tiny hope, the poet's language🫵.👈& .🦋.🦋.🦋.🦋
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