dimanche 26 juillet 2026

The song is wonderful... I still continue listening to it✨️

 





On the shores of the lake, the wild grasses rippled


🌺As the damp wind began to blow🌺


The rain pattered on the black, undulating surface.




Where a few moored boats rolled and pitched




 


🌺The boulevards were draped in a yellow-orange light.🌺



The streetlights cast their light onto the sodden pavement


With each flash of lightning, crude shadows were cast.


🌺Disappearing under the thunder of a summer storm🌺










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