مثل البذرة الصغيرة التي تعرف أنه لكي تنمو ، يجب أن تسقط على الأرض القذرة ، وتغطى بالظلمة وتكافح من أجل النور𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗨𝗡 was starting to set again shrouded in shadows and the light of some beautiful stars, the city lights had been turned on, there were some teenagers who were fulfilling the city road requirements, it was a normal thing as I imagined. it's late I went back out to check everything, it's a good time to sit in the city
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 is getting colder and darker, people immediately return to their homes to rest but I think back to seeing some stars that still survive with their beauty that doesn't last long and immediately return to their original place, when the mind is again enveloped in beautiful memories of light stars, cool breeze and bustling city streets.
𝗦𝗢 𝗜𝗧'𝗦 as if the whole world outside is immersed in darkness, what is good, what is beautiful, what is important may still come to its best flowers. Even the majestic trees that adorn and protect its streets are clearly almost imperceptible to say the least in harmony with it.
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