Run through the dark avenue, there as I see you, your tommorow cries
Smile as the lavender blush, as the odour vanish, the funny bug it lies
And now the moon grins, almost humane, among the pale clouds
Go ahead, grope for the exhausted fun, the statue of your loss, you'll conquer nothing but a stale applause
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Run through the dark avenue, there as I see you, your tommorow cries A very strong write, good flow and great use of poerful thought. Your first line caught me and held me to read till the end. Great job.
Distinctive and captivating. Seems like it was inspired by a certain personal situation and it displays strong compositional talents. Keep up the fine work.