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Haunting voices
I hear
So many
Voices
Rustling
In the
Morning breeze.
Sun slowly
Rising,
Trees
Talking
To me.
They say
The smoke
Makes them
Cry.
Suddenly,
I burst
Into tears...
And only
The trees
Know why.
Copyright 2018
By Midnight Sunne 🌙🌞
So many
Voices
Rustling
In the
Morning breeze.
Sun slowly
Rising,
Trees
Talking
To me.
They say
The smoke
Makes them
Cry.
Suddenly,
I burst
Into tears...
And only
The trees
Know why.
Copyright 2018
By Midnight Sunne 🌙🌞
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Haunting voices
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