Poezie
By Night Time
1 min lectură·
Mediu
Inner circle of paled leaves
Leaving traces in the air,
Fair scent of old past deeds,
Dwell with night that\'s soon to flare...
And his fragile frame of dust,
Sprinkled over spawning silence
Cuddles all of my remains,
Kindered be,farther in brightness...
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