This sky so dark so gloomy,
It shares a strange story.
Mr. Sun, where will you be?
My world's been covered with melancholy.
My gloomy sky, why oh why?
You made birds stop flying high.
It's cause they knew what will go by.
Rain. My sky, you're about to cry.
When will the light show up?
When will this mood be gone?
Will it be when my senses had stopped?
Or maybe when the rain fell down?
I've been drifted away by this waiting,
These thoughts are so bothering.
Someone had to look it for me so high,
So Mr. Sun will go back and cheer my gloomy sky.
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An Obscure Reflection
PoetryMy simple thoughts can be a vast of strange collection of words. These strange collections of words completes me. [01 13 2020 - republished, but not revised, for personal reasons] [01 13 2020 - I made this compilation three years ago and I was just...
