Rodney C Blankenship
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Into my heart, lost my soul
01. This autumn weather, like a crying child, from time to time crying a face, dripping with wisps of tears. In this silent night, outside the window is the "rustling" sound of rain, the house is the wisps of love, the lights are dim, holding the chin, looking at the night, no stars, no moon, even the street lights are suddenly extinguished, the deep alley, no one is walking, in addition to the fluttering of love, in addition to the pain of love, there are still left What is left?
By Rodney C Blankenship2 years ago in Poets
There is a kind of happiness, called this life to meet you
01. Life, a few storms and a few sorrows, a few bleak and a few hurt. I also want to live a relaxed, comfortable life, and a lifetime of happiness, but reality always makes people feel tired, tired, and helpless.
By Rodney C Blankenship2 years ago in Poets
May time slow down, and may the years be peaceful
01. Summer is quietly leaving and autumn is coming as promised. Every year, at the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, there are always endless feelings. Lamenting the passage of time, lamenting the brevity of life, lamenting the difficulties of life ......
By Rodney C Blankenship2 years ago in Poets