cooler Looking through the leafless tree
, with the late yellow yet.
Oh, I do not look through all things
only a symbol, an iron
moon is a familiar companion.
And no voice dances through the clatter
this cold, silence, nothingness.
No love, no hate
just a tugging breeze that
pushing steadily through the void.
And then this world bothers me, The
I do not even miss them.
MA
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