in the cessation of time
where strong winds keep blowing
and edgeless paintings are viewed
many poems are not in rhyme
He's into poetry again. He hides his smile once more, gazes at the sable parts of the room and wears his black shirt again.... He's in a state of dreary, plunged into desolation. He stares at the picture of memory and puts his thoughts running again.... He is looking for something. He wonders and lays on his bed, works hard to deceive his sentiments but the tick tocks keep increasing....
A Certain Destiny
in the cessation of time
where strong winds keep blowing
and edgeless paintings are viewed
many poems are not in rhyme
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