I feel so dark,
My life has felt the encroachment, of darkness
I jump into the fountain
What i saw as shadows at sometime
Is just blackness
And loss, of the sun
And its power, also just a handfull of stars
My life should be a masterpiece lanscape, of
A cascade, clean and free
Watering a garden, in a hot country,
With, , purple azaleas, crimson fuchias, and simple pink roses
The cascade of your, blonde hair, over my shoulder, is an antidote, to the blues
Joy
More desirable than sorrow
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