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peterlee · M
Dare I say winter. I was born there. Snuggle up with your family. Give warmth.
But it could be autumn. The radiant colour of the trees. Those sunsets.
With Spring there is hope. Freshness.
Summer then. The warm nights that linger. But slightly barren.
I’m going for autumn, the dash of colour, and the tinge of decay.
But it could be autumn. The radiant colour of the trees. Those sunsets.
With Spring there is hope. Freshness.
Summer then. The warm nights that linger. But slightly barren.
I’m going for autumn, the dash of colour, and the tinge of decay.