The sun blares a loud red.
The trees hide a peaceful green.
The commuting enjoys the grey road
That cuts across an island.
It's a home
From which the eyes pull all colours
To the heart.

the sun, the trees and the commuting
graphs of my Universe
The sun blares a loud red.
The trees hide a peaceful green.
The commuting enjoys the grey road
That cuts across an island.
It's a home
From which the eyes pull all colours
To the heart.

the sun, the trees and the commuting
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