Only the Sun
only the Sun rolled violently that know the contents of my poem is
While boisterous waived of envy yesterday
No sound is
are you going, my dear?
I've seen
the paper says there is a name that
scattered into a thousand
Copyright © Ell Harry | Year Posted 2015
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