📚Silver rain📖
as
a manifestation of the night
in
the puddle beats
lantern.
Cheers
windows
eyes
barely
lit.
quarter.
And
in my dream
on
the body
apple
blossom
flew.
And
from the heart
in
the dark depths
despair
screaming
burst
out.
Sad
in the World,
where
every minute
rain
in the puddle beats
lantern.
Closes
windows
eyes
barely
dimming
quarter.
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