To the Waterside Forest
Stopped voice
Filled full of silence
I think about the myths under the iron bridge
Things full of stopped voice
The power of darkness
Myths ceased to be a pre-science
Cross the iron bridge
Go out the ticket gate and take the train
Then, go to the outskirts of the forest
I was hoping there was one white lily on the waterside
Copyright © Beach Happiness | Year Posted 2016
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