speaking too much
being solitary
from the other globe
has come flying loneliness , of hundred years
silence's reason , anti-reason too
by battling with words
tongue is bloody
the trench wakes up suddenly ; suppose
some disharmony's seen on the horizon
though , at the end of rain series
now is the time for being quiet
stealth
The sky is dull , here
as a lecture without a vision
In the borderline,a marriage proposal
hovers over this mosaic land
there is a leaf falling a leaf that ever falls
into a leafy pond
Here is a boy , dives into the network
and the college is on
An eternal college
as a lecture without a vision
In the borderline,a marriage proposal
hovers over this mosaic land
there is a leaf falling a leaf that ever falls
into a leafy pond
Here is a boy , dives into the network
and the college is on
An eternal college
torn
Mother goes without a shadow of resemblance
eye of a resemblance
the shadow grows without a mother
Tear
eye of a resemblance
the shadow grows without a mother
Tear
Husky
It's not that we are living a dead life
We are living the life of the dead
Poetry and the coffin
Poetry , is always,in the coffin
We are living the life of the dead
Poetry and the coffin
Poetry , is always,in the coffin
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