The silver surface of a calm lake
A heron wading in the water,
In the distance, you can see a weeping willow leaning over,
The stranger plays sad melodies of loneliness on the violin.
Such afterimages will stay with me until the end...
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Constellation
PoesíaHonestly, as an author, I don't know what this book of poetry is about... I wrote it in 2 evenings during my stay with Succubus in Paradise. If you decide to read it, I have a few technical tips for you so that you can feel the same emotions as me: ...
