L.A Barboza

[Dilligent Sight]

Wish On The Well

Sparks fly,
Between little traces of blinking stars.
Light flies,
Between the deep shine of the gloomy sky.

Light raises from the abysm,
To avoid the suffocating pain of the cataclysm.
Missery drains the reamins of my soul,
And everything reflects to the sweet rain of the snow.

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