Sky lower it's clouds
Such as gray straying hats, fall at once,
Shy and sad, at the sight of the night.
While I am the other ones..
look at clouds that abscond and falls
pale ash, filled with emptiness life's.
I write now a straying words,
scattering it, as if it were tired ashes,
burdened, darken above world who grinds
my life, my death, together.
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