3 Replies to “Morning”

  1. The picctures reminds me one of my poem:

    The days of yore were the days of innocence
    Where sometimes laugh, and sometimes tears.
    But once achieving the fancy of adulthood,
    One travells through the dark tunnels
    To acieve the light.
    But who Knows the fate
    Where it leads.

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