The old man cries
When the leaf flies
While the ground dies
That the sun will never rise
Strangling the roots
And clipping off the wings
This is how Mirai sings
When the calendar rings
And we have all our invisible things
Bleeding out to the crowd
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Miscellaneous Poems From a Miscellaneous Person
PoetryA bunch of poems and Haikus I have written in my free time. Quality varies. Uploads randomly. Read in any order you like.
