• bey5151 6w

    Song without tone

    Tonight without your crown
    Hug shadows come to visit
    To entertain a little longing
    Stringing whispers of poetry without melodious

    In the corner of the eyes a dark view
    On the side that either runs or shuts up
    The only thing I'm sure I can afford is to be silent.
    Let the fire long to burn me so deeply

    The color of this poem becomes a fog of anxiety
    On the face of the earth all so traces
    On hot air the frog is free
    And the hood of love begins to come off

    Come here my disaster you bring blessings
    Come my jewelry you luxury goods
    Melt with my beloved you're a gift
    Burn me my love because you're a trust

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