A memory💭
I remember I went to the mountains to find succour
From the scorching heat of June summer;
Mountains were beautiful and serene,
Painted with a color divinely green.
The heat of the plains was cooled by rain
That fell from the sky and we...
From the scorching heat of June summer;
Mountains were beautiful and serene,
Painted with a color divinely green.
The heat of the plains was cooled by rain
That fell from the sky and we...