My Poetry
I was the mountainous breeze
Under the clouds
Flows in the lap of leaves
Blue light rider
My feet were kept in water.
Sings of coral and wings
Caring the white horses
Immersed in an old cave
Hand ring made of kisses.
Now there's no one with me
The wind is divided into
Sections in eastern and western
Bees have scattered all the honey
Flowing through the ocean
Doesn't make steam and clouds
The feet of time have dazzling chains
I see the river of your celebration
In this cool night.
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