The mighty rain is pouring over the grounds so dark -
pulling my roots from it's skin and tearing apart
the serenity of it's flawless, picturesque scene
where nothing's what it seems - the rain is in made inside of my head.
And from my touches last of the flowers are withering.
Winter is kissing the world with it's cool, cool caresses.
Frozen landscape is calling snow to fall into it's pale dark chest.
The world is welcoming my gifts
and the silent, deepest rest.
torstai, 11. marraskuu 2021
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