My Original Poem - look back

 Now come the night
I turn into the dark.
The hidden tears in the rain
This is her very trying period.

Came through the open window
Warm to cold obsession. Today, on the banks
of the memory of the dream corpse
You are the joy of the first raft.

Your marble dust and leaves
He is a light dream home country.
And suddenly fights with section
The boat, which washed away a different direction.

I alone so far, I wish
Deep irrepressible desire heart
I want to return to play in the Almighty
One evening stories. 

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