Like a flower in winder
I lay patiently waiting
For the summer sun to bring forth
Its shine of warmth
As I look to the clouds above
I engulf myself into the slightest
Hope emanating from the
Ever gloomy surface
And let myself forget
My numb self
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 2:18 AM UTC
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