To the yellowing grass,
To the wilting flowers,
To the roots dried up,
To the bare branch,
There's still hope.
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Creeping In ✔
PoetrySlow and steady, subtle yet itching, they're creeping in, they're creeping in, twirling around, twisting in, they're creeping in, they're creeping in. Cover by our awesome: @Kihi-98
There's Still Hope (1)
To the yellowing grass,
To the wilting flowers,
To the roots dried up,
To the bare branch,
There's still hope.
