It started as a fly
wandered all over the place
It started to be a gloom
gandered seriously around
Wished of a falling sky
undress with constant dawn
If could see beyond
stature may seems to view
True confidant there is
flowing waters may clean through
Memories that may flee
could destiny bring it back?
...
As sure as the sunset appears
everything would go back to where it started!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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