When the sun rises,
a sliver of hope breaths a little sigh;
when the moon comes out,
bravery gleams from every star.
Still, I wonder,
on my numbered days of isolation,
when will I get a rare look
of iridescent clouds again.
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My Fallen Affection
Puisi#5 Wordsofwisdom #4 Writings As blissful as I should be and living with extravagant dreams, I yearn and howl for a series of sensations, and peregrinates with vivid imaginations.
