This one is an acoustic~
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Voice of the waterfall falling down,
Oh! Pacificum spring round like a gown.
I could smell the ashy cigarette,
Cicada of spring were singing aloud.
Endearing was the sun dangling on the horizon.
Oh! The dear God who reside somewhere,
Fatal was the injury of sorrow 'n solitude.
Nothing can fill the blank pages of my book,
And still this stupid hope resides there.
Killing the idleness isn't easy at all,
Amen! But I want to be engrossed by poetry.
How pretty is the snow of love on an infancy,
Away from this fleeting corrupted world.
Rage of sorrow dances over my head,
Almighty God please have some mercy.
Chaste was the love I got in my life,
How warm were those pretty snow flakes.
Umbrella was folded so I could feel them,
Unfortunately, mortal are the moments we love.
Yup, I will endure the contracting of my heart,
A heart who doesn't believe in itself.
Shortly but surely I would be gone,
Away from the sorrow of being known.
Now being deceased I'd be pure despite of being alone.
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Moonlight In A Dark Forest
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry that consists of sorrowful, mournful and/or hopeful verses. Poetry types varies from waka, haiku to different rhyming schemes, or maybe none at all.
