I can't imagine how strange that land would be
Devoid of music and symphony
I don't dare think of a land devoid of the gentle breeze
The white moonlight that so efficiently makes me freeze.
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MYSTERY OF POETRY
PoetryRight from the depths of Literature, I bring you this gift of poetry, Wherein each word has a deeper meaning, an unsolved mystery, Wherein even a line can convey tons of long forgotten history, Because the best way I can express myself is by t...
