Solace beneath the ash tree,
the milieu's intermediary.
Accompanied by the Wind's whisper.
It gives me a chill, but I don't shiver.
I don't really favour doom,
but I desire the gloom.
Awed by the sparkling orbs
that lie beyond the dark hours;
grows in the Milky Way.
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Poems of The Tiles Veiled Frog
PoetryPoems of The Tiles Veiled Frog is the fourth book of narrative poems, that comes after Poems of Eight the Inexplicable. In our daily lives, it's up to us whether we see it or not. I see art practically everywhere, even the floor and the white plain...
