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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #1807972
soul searching
I look up unto the sky,

Scorcing fires of light,

Lightens the darken night,



My soul is lost,

Like a winter frost

Upon the morning sun.



Howling winds blow through me,

Making me dance to the music of his realm,

Like leaves in a August month.
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