From him who witness everything.
Shining light bloomed from within.
Waters may overflowed.
But the time will follow.
Sunken memories deep under the lakes.
All of those things I have been cherished.
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The Lakes (Where All The Poetries Went To Die)
PoetryThe lakes are my domains... Where all the words are made... And most of them are unsaid thoughts... Ride a boat and explore... Listen to what my heart aches... This is my domain... The lakes.
