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His Whispers in Silence

verses dipped in gray ink his blue sky failed to turn pink color changed faster than light love in gray his soul screams moon obscur...

Death in November

i was dragged to the sea shore
where i still dance with your ghost
hoping that maybe the ship's rudder will turn back
and out of the fog, you will mark your return

haunting this scene is-
"where waves are crashing onto shore,
there is weed covered in snow
and fog drip from leaves, like it's arrival of my death"