room to breathe
The sun spills the shadow of a tree over the green grass below.
And the wind...
...ahh, it's the wind that move the leaves that reminds me of a million sparkles of the sun's rays on the sea.
The moon could do the same, but the moon's light is just a reflection of the sun's rays.
And the wind...
...ahh, it's the wind that move the leaves that reminds me of a million sparkles of the sun's rays on the sea.
The moon could do the same, but the moon's light is just a reflection of the sun's rays.
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