Why are they dressed in red and wh
A black long fur facing towards th
A gold button parting the blood an
Misery of their own existence, and
To please; they are slow nature of

Love for thee are naught,
For every tears and every
Pain love claimed will rot,
Love to thee will glance no noon,
For my heart will gently gain numb

There are sweetness in his blazing
Admiration of kind mind that winds
So, why halt? when the symphony
Of grasp still commence,
I can see the shadow line of where

Well i am stucked
Here and I am
Not the wisest
I should have cut
Loose before now.

My thoughts are
All outlined with white
Colour
You don’t need to
Worry; they are

Everything can
Be learned
In this world
Even prayer
Can be taught

Goodbye You!
Goodbye to the willow-land and the
Where all the tears, emotions, bre
And deep fears are all shared.
Goodbye to the weary-trees, the la

Sometimes
I take
A
Break
From

The beautiful frame hung on the wa
With dust and dark paintings i rec
O, bring a white wipe
So i can clean off the sadness bef
The teardrops of the picture in th

I wish i was born in the old days,
Greatly about how they look, when
Work with knowledge that makes the
They all have many sense than one
I wish i was an endowed poet then,