Appears our white snows swung to cinder gray,
Spring neglected to wake up,
The summer quit possessing an aroma of waves, salt, and sand.
Appears its exclusive fall's melancholy resting within us,
Icy downpours,
Dark mists,
Solidified souls,
Rotten leaves cover all of our paths,
Long past unforgotten.
Seems we became the gray,
Spoiled,
Lifeless,
Carried in time through the passage of transience,
Dancing on every beat in black attires.
Last strides of graceless choreography,
On the stage of madness.
An applause...
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Poetry❝ in her mind she held an incadencent thoughts for the world and an immense desire to breathe them out with each word ❞ Welcome to the place where my words and emotions meet. Random thoughts and feelings of mine, molded with patience into a tangibl...
