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Singing the song of still never being Deep deep in the ceremony of wind Swirling and swirling more than a typhoon without any wing Deep and deep under the dust green emerald hot Roots in and petals swift frozen cuts What drinks necessarily from the bottle of a lovers’ heart Dirge dire nasty ecstasy belonging to no creature Except whom filled with wine White, white or crimson like a passionate loves   Talking to you my frozen blossom Wide soft   Without hearing you without knowing me Without any incident happening to shape our way Bright.
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Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 10:13 AM UTC
Lament for a Frozen Flower
Singing the song of still never being Deep deep in the ceremony of wind Swirling and swirling more than a typhoon without any wing Deep and deep under the dust green emerald hot Roots in and petals swift frozen cuts What drinks necessarily from the bottle of a lovers’ heart Dirge dire nasty ecstasy belonging to no creature Except whom filled with wine White, white or crimson like a passionate loves   Talking to you my frozen blossom Wide soft   Without hearing you without knowing me Without any incident happening to shape our way Bright.
Composed on 1 January of 2020, before midnight. under inspiration of listening to the song " Lament for a Frozen Flower".
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37/F/Iran
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 10:13 AM UTC
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