What’s more behind those dry old bushes?
Vastness up to the sky or bold crowds of the yellowish green landscape?
Now that the Summer’s advent is inevitable, I say goodbye to the fleeting dear month of May, and to the spikes: “let us change the season, once more, before the ultimate change.”
brilliant and sublimely poetic! kudos!
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Thanks a lot ^^
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you are always welcome! đŸ˜€
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