Friday, April 17, 2015
WHEN THE WINTER CLOUDS ARE SEEN
The winter clouds are seen—neatly fog entering into my house atop,delivering me words of chillness and I have loneliness and my ever loved friend—solitude.Well I love having this dark room where I sat in the dim light of a lantern and write pleasantly.When Love is barren with self-proud I have only words left—pain carries me to make words of wisdom
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