Whispering winds unwavering,
White tendrils drawing thin.
Soft susurrations savouring
The skys unending hymn.
Three thermal thrillings
Throwing their greying mist.
Swift soaking spillings
So long for being sun-kissed.
Ubiquitous unique universe,
Unanimously oppressed.
Aims addictively adverse,
And ultimately unstressed.
Blue babbles beginning
Back again in time.
Pace partly pinning
A pensive little rhyme.







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No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist - Oscar Wilde
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No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist - Oscar Wilde
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彼らの自身の運命のための破損を取除いた彼らの友人のための人、及び
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No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist - Oscar Wilde
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