Tag: the hill
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Winter night.
Full moon night If drownedThe boy walksover the hillPicked up in both handsRuin is the heart.What was left a long time agohereBy pressing the ground.right here,Two sitting face to facewinter night moonuntil drowningI thought I would see.Today is hisNothing seen.He was not seenSoft texture like palm shellSunburned maroon colour Shalik,go up in smokean afternoonThe owl…
In Silence 