- By Then
Though every nightfall promises a new day
Never stopped is the grave keeper’s shovel
Though new blooms always sprout after drizzle
Never abated, your withering grace
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- On Solitude
An emotion that cannot be expressed
Lingering in hearts and souls of distress
A hand closes doors to the outer space
Opening windows in the inner place
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- A Winter Dream
The dim moon glowed among the gentle dark
Between the white clouds and the lucid eye
Bearing the weight of time on its slim arc
Sighing on how quickly moments flied by
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