WhilstsleAlong the edge of this breast,
Along the hillside of the mountain top,
I am almost down,
Perchance, someone got to knock me down still.Hearing every shrill notes and loving those quotes I've carry inner me,
My spirit jostle as I breathe an air,
Whislt the birds flee,
My system buzz like a bee.Unsteady and unprepared,
Into the upcoming waves of tragedy,
Where oceans are bloody,
When July summer nights crashed through the cloud-like smokes.Along the edge of this breast,
As I reached the top,
And be void of those social insects,
I am an anti-social.Along the edge, cannot remove it like a dredge,
The feelings stucked in a treasure box,
As I keep it, and now it was in my hands,
Whilst I am looking in my own shadow,Whilst someone was there whistling...
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Love Poetry Collections (SEASON 2)
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