The trailing madness and chaos buried in the depths of his heart, as well as the torture anguished. He sat sobbing beside the window on the bluest, darkest night of his life, while the moonlight touched his pale skin. It glistened. He always hid while he cried, so no one could see him break, or should I say he's ashame of crying.
"Can we drink our tears?" he wondered.
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In the Blue Sky
Poetry"Once upon a time in the blue sky." A collection of locutions about love, dreams and life. Full of random thoughts soaring above the blue sky. Daylight 2023
