My ears have not yet heard your name
But the wind whispers about you without shame
Like how the spring kisses the plants to grow
The breeze says our fate will meet after the snow
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RHYMES OF MELANCHOLY
PoetryPOEM COMPILATION *** Under the gaze of the moonlight, The stars asked three people that night, "What will you give in exchange for my light?" The doctor answered, "I'll give you my sight, So you will see the world in someone's eyes." The teacher sai...
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My ears have not yet heard your name
But the wind whispers about you without shame
Like how the spring kisses the plants to grow
The breeze says our fate will meet after the snow
