Poetry By Morning

Drizzle......
Dampen my sulky conscience,
seduced my imagination to the untouchable shadow,

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Drizzle.......
Wet my land is wasted
about the real quiet sounds
has been silent again,

Dealing you into dew
which hung on the tip of the leaf, until it vibrated
those buds after you,

Seek the most beautiful smile with your sparks
Takes away the rest of the mourning,

And,,
refresh the long, unspoiled,
Until the speed of night immediately welcome 'sun'
who ever gave up