picking weeds
I heard the wind harass leaves with gusts when the Sun from dusk I heard a voice behind the window when began to enter the lonely beautiful home has the open the door to invite they ran to the small Forest for deflower weed
look beyond farmers smiling, children they ran with topless and wearing a hat wide with livestock and the Shepherd. Shepherd carve tone with distilled bamboo, along rhythm heave in pasture.
night coming, with the hope still here, plant story in the story at dusk, a handful of interest weeds be writing life with ink shadow of which will be the history, to continue the story tomorrow.
| 📷 Picture | @nazarul |
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| Model | nikon 3300 |
| Lens | tamron 70-300 mm |
| Location | aceh |
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