Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Pensive solitude

Happiness begins with
But sadness are always a sorrowful dawn
Morning convection moves day
But a unfounded claim

Moving out of your little home
Is always a great loss
But your mind narrowed
Apart me a torn cotton

The unspent time of you
Build a wall of suspense
But I die a second first
When no name the wind sings your

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