ToddThere is chill wind on the flow,
Yet my tears still do not show.
There are many colours in the sky,
a pitying of doves that fly by.
In all there is grimness from their colours,
Yet a focus of white, in the center, within the others.
The sun begins to give a good heat,
The flow is changing for the rising is in the east.
#poem #badpoem
Yet my tears still do not show.
There are many colours in the sky,
a pitying of doves that fly by.
In all there is grimness from their colours,
Yet a focus of white, in the center, within the others.
The sun begins to give a good heat,
The flow is changing for the rising is in the east.
#poem #badpoem
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