Still have vegetables
And it’s you
So quiet.
The colour that still lifes
With its own existence
Tremors.
If no light
How can they?
A stranger, I like you
So quietly standing
You carry on
The light intensity.
Still have vegetables
And it’s you
So quiet.
The colour that still lifes
With its own existence
Tremors.
If no light
How can they?
A stranger, I like you
So quietly standing
You carry on
The light intensity.
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