Nights between sunset and sunrise
She sees a sea of raindrops, that
Never emptied like the blue-sea
Saturday, 12 June 2021
Dried leaves
Oh, the tress doesn't know
The fallen, brown, blemished, dead, dried leaves
Make her an empty beauty.
Oh, the human doesn't know
The black, broken, bottled memories, told and untold
Make her soul complete.
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