damn memory
Catch the birds..
The neighing of horses..
and boyhood dreams;
Over desolate lands..
In my eyes,
the kingdom of fantasy..
draw a path towards the sky;
tree branches and autumn leaves;
I sip the hot sun...
The wind of youth is a trapped perfume;
My obsession with spring praises her..
And I ran and cheered for the crow!
fragile fragile fleeting moment;
I like clouds and travel bags..
I throw a stone to kill the moment;
Awakened Silas was extending drowning
He leaned in the distance quietly, shyly.
Here is a wilted rose


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