It is better to make peace with oneself than to make peace with the world
The wind howls in the forest, like the roar of a warrior. The rain falls on the ground, like the tears of God. The soldiers have only orders left, their love and hope,
By CHEN龙10 months ago in Poets
A breeze that smelled of burning grass, a sparse crowd of passersby and me, noisy but orderly, the sunlight slanting slightly into my eyes.
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