Soulo Moon Poems

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1.
Afternoon Fog

Swallowing me, the fog from afternoon,
A trapped balloon was I, paralyzed.

Time run slowly, even the air felt heavy.
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2.
Rose Of Your Freckle

Siberia's cold wind blows near,
Running were the winter deer.

Just wait,
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3.
Paris’ Flame

So quiet this night,

With a special Paris’ nice.
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