Once the sun slide through the hill

Poem

Once the sun slide through the hill
Once the cloud rises above the sky
Everything,everything goes with the wind
Bursting out leaves on a lone tree

as a leaf i flow with wind alone
As a stem i withstand the wind alone
As a root i withstand the depth alone
And as a tree ,i stand alone

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The Last Train

Author's Note Poem Surrendering all my love on your feet Bondman of your forever's love Though i see you,imagine you two soul free man and free woman luggage of your love leaving on your feet surrendering all the love i live with I both yield and cast aside my heart's beat -Niteshtales-

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The white star

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