Mist this morning is so thick,
Gloomy face carved on the rows of crying clouds,
The wind felt so hurting touching this body,
As my dreams I built falling down under your feet.
Passing the same road we ever went on,
Engraved trees adorned the sides,
Keeping all feelings which ever come,
I trapped in glistening past.
Your perfection was so cunning,
Left traces of deep wound,
I'm just cyclone that run amuck,
Between the palace's debris,
Sucked by your game.
Erasing the ink pasted over my skin,
Isn't an easy matter,
Even the soap I used stained.
Ceiling of the room felt so oppressive,
As my tears overflowed......
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