Goodbye

Any thing the sun colours has an end, good-byes have found a way to become beautiful stories to tell by the fire place. some stories have you wondering why castles were built in the sky and wolves howled at the won’t celestial body…good-byes.. they’re like letting go of a beautiful rose when thorns claim blood…poetic in their own right. noah_arkenswagg

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