The Rainy Dark Winter...
The black crows
crying in the darkened winter
at the graveyards of many beloveds...
Pure rain falls rythematically
full of regret and sadness
making your chest Heeve with pressure
A bench full of weeping souls
and regretful feelings...
Dark clouds comes in,
and pure light goes out...
Hungry for love,
wanting to be found...
Devious Comments
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Art is eternal, but also fleeting.
SasoDei
(oh yeah remember I drank the tea all in once?)
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Art is eternal, but also fleeting.
SasoDei
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Art is eternal, but also fleeting.
SasoDei
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Art is eternal, but also fleeting.
SasoDei
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