The Summer rain turns to snow
The sunny sky behind grey clouds hides
Somewhere a flower grows beneath a carpet of white
And all care free emotions smother underneath a mountain of cold
Gloomy Daydream
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Art, Poetry, and dreams of things to come. False Promises is something we all do whether we make them to pacify a young child or an anal associate. The worst are the ones we make to ourselves and label bucket or wish list. With that said I hope to write stories populated by my memories, and the regrets that I would change. If only done in fiction or a dream, I tried. View all posts by falsepromisenouveau
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