On this gloomy foggy day
On this gloomy foggy day we cry for the dead
We have gold horns to cover our heads
He laughs in the dawn of the day to remind us of all the dismay
They.me. and the outsider of the rest
The forest deep and trees are kept
She needs them to keep her at best
The nature day and nature night sinks into the breaking tears
On this cold cold day where the sun hides
We gather to aggravate the natural phase of life
This poem is about:
Our world
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