then whispered to the leaves "I miss you this longing is like a burning fire.” It turns out it was all just a dream I'm tired of seeing empty hopes I'm tired of looking proudly into the mirror of history I'm tired of scavenging for promises planted waiting for the land to ask. When I reach the end of my tiredness do not hesitate!!! 🫴🖤 ( Good evening everyone, have a good rest 1.19 pm )🥱😴