a pair of black eyes
clamp
the rain
concerned slipping on the surface
pond
increasingly dim twilight
finish the story
about dreams vanished
drift with treason
and mirage
where are we?
a pair of black eyes
closed his
when weary cloudy
rain
violet light shaking
pick up the night
: Who has passed away
let it disappear
after the drizzle subsided
it curved seven colors
rainbow
Agats - Asmat, November 23, 2010
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