Under the crown of the trees, the last ray of sunlight remained, making its way through the leaves of the trees. The soul is overshadowed by the beautiful sunset .... Drops of blood flow on the surface, soaked with morning dew. The air soaked with the smell of soil and mist absorbs the flesh. Consciousness smolders with the last cry for a sip of life. But it goes out in its last dream, in the space of a black hole, in the trap of its great pain, of nothing great ...
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Unfortunately, it doesn't happen at all. Just torture to read, poorly arranged, etc.
It is quite laymanly, but we encourage all attempts. Better that than nothing. It's a little sad, but at least it's in tune with the weather outside. Try to rhyme and read more books, otherwise you will not succeed.
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