Poetry Bastards of the Unwashed Village
Wednesday, 29 July 2015
Away.
Wind blows,
Cherry fall,
Blossom,
Tear drops,
Heart drenches,
Broken,
Sword sings,
Knife dances,
Clash;
My heart aches with the dripping sound of your foot steps,
Walking, slowly, away.
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