A white scenery unfolds
in front of my half-closed eyes
Black roots grow on the cold ground
Filling the emptiness
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Unwritten Poem
A white scenery unfolds
in front of my half-closed eyes
Black roots grow on the cold ground
Filling the emptiness
Yet much remain unwrapped
Buried in silence
A warm-hearted light
castes shadows of hidden trees
that unseen they never blossom
It’s a promising world
One that shall be filled with life
or stay undiscovered
Filled with stories untold
and songs unheard
Forever lost in the sea of time