Jul 2020
Frigid Nights
Thick Forests
My shattered hair
Ghost spirit
Are wandering
Like an owl
At
Frigid nights.
Thick Forests
My shattered hair
Ghost spirit
Are wandering
Like an owl
At
Frigid nights.
This poem is based on imagination
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