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The clouds cover,
gluing there softness around the sun

Floating about ;
like chicks awaiting their mother

With the earth turning dim,
and icicles falling from the sky

A 12 colored ring would push it's way down as a symbol of peace

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A/n: it might wet your clothes, but it's a blessing to man, I'll write more on this.

Under the heavens ||𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲Место, где живут истории. Откройте их для себя