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a beautiful death

the wind is blowing
strongly under
the cold gray sky...
which is saying
something...
nothing
remains
the
same...
the
leaves
are crying...
something is
stinging on the
most softest skin...

silent
tears
have
stopped in
� � � � the love filled eyes...
the speaking
emotion
started
getting
muted...

warmth of
someone's
words
now become
an ancient
� � � � � �history....

the person
� � � � who sees a
� � � � colourful horny dream
� � � � �feels that darkness
is giving more peace...

the time
inviting me
stay alone
stay in the warmth
of
reality
n don't expect...