My imagination soars
and transports me to another world regularly
Concerning the fact that the earth has been the source of wonderfulness that has already come from a magical place in the sky,
However, The sky above is already gloomy.
Beamed with the flames of old grief and long-term hatred,
I am snatched by the wings of this dream that is a road
I'd like to walk through the nearby alleys, which are already nostalgic.
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The sky has become much more painful as it watches the shakes of the despair heights in here,
but the earth is also present, to embrace the ashes of your corpse.
The weather is rainy, and there is obvious nostalgia for a nearby house as far away as a quiet cottage not so,  far away.
Poetry is an unforgettable experience, accompanying every second of the mind involved in my life.
The clock is a panic taker as it slowly counts down the loneliness minutes.
The sky has a word and frames it on a wall dedicated to causing the mind to begin another adventure.