mrsmorning rrrr Poems

Palaces, which built the cold,
Hills, which drifted the wind,
Trees, which painted the rime
melt... everything melt away.
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Water washes my throat,
Which is dry.
Light opens my eyes,
Which are tired.
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You close your eyes, you open your eyes
And see
That little dungle and talls trees.
You fell, that something washes your face
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I walk and walk,
But I can't find my place.
Nowhere is homelike
Although is nice around.
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Suns beam touched my eyes,
Trilled my soul,
Warmed up my frosty face,
Desiccated my dry eyes.
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Leave me
Here, on the pew!
You can never come back
To take me along.
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You took my hand
And huged me.
I promised to you
Be together down the ages.
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Is this end or beginning?
Maby this is the beginning of the end
Maby this is the end of the beginning...
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