White Was it the sun or the moon that made the clouds blush and glow pink? ©wild flower

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White People, people everywhere, No shade, no night— Where do I run? Where do I hide? ©wild flower

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White Neither the battles nor the cause were mine. Why should the struggle be? ©wild flower

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Unsplash Over time, the unfamiliar melancholy became the most irresistible melody, while what was once a melody faded into a distant echo, carried away by the raging winds... ©wild flower

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White Neither the grammar nor the meaning made sense when I was trapped in the prison of your eyes... ©wild flower

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White I try my best to escape this river of pain will someone save me before my efforts go in vain? ©wild flower

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