Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
a beauty of the night
was quite as the silence
met her skeleton robe in
the tombs of grave yard
the mystical stars drew miracle
on her ill-fated scars
wind blew like the rusty leaves
falling in the cold of midnight
sweet lark of songs; they say
deep cut
loneliness her old friend
and those enigmatic poetry
growing in the cabin of her heart
moon is beautiful because it
is from afar
is it true to the people she
love too?
she hid himself
like a classical painting
in a forbidden museum
so, the people who love
her can't see that her flowers
was constantly dying
but in the end of
december night
i killed myself.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Midnight memories
Ngẫu nhiênWe talk about friendship, walks, love, stars, sky, traveling, communication. This is my poetry in midnight memories. Once again I opened a book about you.
