How many tiny shimmering stars grace the cold blue winter night? How many soft blades of new spring grass glisten with sparkling wet dew on a morning hillside? How many little drops of rain fall from a mottled gray sky in a sudden summer storm? How many golden scarlet leaves gently kiss the ground with each chilly breath of autumn's wind? Count these. The number shall not compare with the times you pleasure my thoughts in a single day.
Reason for writing:
Loneliness.
Birth sign: Not entered
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