The evening wind
Регина Арден
The sun is always rising
The sun is always failing
Not quite dark yet..
The aerial haze is in a doom
He kissed flowers of love in bloom.
Not quite over yet..-
The evening wind whisper in the air.
Old man is in the Rocking chair
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Регина Арден
, 2017
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