A Poem Without A Tittle

Like a wind that can not be seen
Wrapped in eternal dream.
Every moment will not be picked up

I grow up, I feel bored.
Your eyesight.
It is my feelings.
Can not be missed.

You're a ray that can not handle it.
I do not understand, where did it come from.
The feelings can not be fulfilled.
Only thinking is that you will see again.

How to get rid of the nightmare of the last moment.
This is my spirit, this is my lament.

An Eternal wound is caused.
How to beat my feeling?
Where can I find it?

A Poem without a tittle
It is just like a Gleam
Every word that goes out, like the Rain, falls.

In the depths of the Night. Sweat is Blushing.
Is It Time to Come?
That's what you bring out

A Poem without a tittle.

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