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my lost hope.
I plucked a few daffodils
of a meadow of dreams
near the greyish pond
I called my home.
I observed them
one by one,
so intensely,
as if I am trying
to find some reliefs
that have never come.
It's fragile but lovely.
Too soft I...
of a meadow of dreams
near the greyish pond
I called my home.
I observed them
one by one,
so intensely,
as if I am trying
to find some reliefs
that have never come.
It's fragile but lovely.
Too soft I...
