ON MY GRAVESTONE!‎



I pity for my gloom

When I turn over books
Always you are
And your old scent
Among the musty pages.

I scat from your memories
And wind’s non-route wails
That is blazing me
Alone,
Broken,
And my bloody sidewall
Are late fears
On the callous hands.

I’ve abraded
Myself
The wall
And your memories
In the book’s lost pages
And your scent
That it is passing
Over grass’s thin temple
And over the wind’s eyelid
-          That they persuade each other
For a bitter game
On my gravestone.

I pity for my gloom 


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