my sun and moon of life,
where i keep hiding at midnight.
never been seen, don't want to seek,
i'm breakable, but tears can't seem to leak.
i don't understand,
my rain lilies can't even stand.
stormy nights, thousands of sigh,
keep drowning, 'til the sun stole our night.
there's still hope and happiness,
in the land where they forbid hopeless.
what a sight, cut the lameness,
i would try, just to tame these mess.
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My Dream Wisteria: Prose and Poetry
Poetrywe learn and grow, we were born to die. so i'll take this moment to write, as the wisteria grow inside.
