Longing for the rain begins
drain the horizon at
seven. not anymore
can not endure this world
children's skin disappointing.
Wavy grain fields,
blue cat watches
remain below grieve rain.
I am no longer full of
expectation, soul
is one of the great damnation.
I no longer life
rose-tinted glasses
guarantees pencil.
Those years have already
flowed over when
you sank your dreams.
It was sometime in
One or two when
at five o'clock got my eyes
reality open up.
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