Night is crisp
Cold moon stares
Sole soul weeps
Sitting on steel bench
Colder than the moon
Reminiscent of yesterday
Joyful memories
But painful night
Not a pinch of happiness
Only chill
In the heart
Screaming with
Cicadas
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RandomIt just started with the only poem I titled "Forbidden". I did not imagine I would have a sudden thought of making it a collection. This will be updated every... well, I can't promise because I am working. Maybe in my spare time and 'poetish' moment...
