: - Stormy Night - :
The darkness of the night rains with stormy pain,
The thunderstormwarns the impending doom,
forebooding of the night before hails of sense.
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The line of it's unfinished rhyme, dissolve I in slumberous naught In the bosom of bottomless sky. I
The line of it's unfinished rhyme, dissolve I in slumberous naught In the bosom of bottomless sky.
Like a bird away from it's community in silent shock, The line of it's unfinished rhyme, dissolve I in slumberous naught In the bosom of bottomless sky....
Like a bird away from it's community in silent shock, The line of it's unfinished rhyme, dissolve I in slumberous naught In the bosom of bottomless sky.....
The death of mind adorns the birth of being bemused. Like a bird away from it's community in silent shock, ....superb expression