weighing on my heart Standard come, conceal away dark mist, I dare not gaze on the ills of this world Share this:FacebookTwitterMoreLinkedInTumblrEmailPinterestLike this:Like Loading...
beauty concealed Standard rising with dawn’s light I marvel at what night has managed to conceal Share this:FacebookTwitterMoreLinkedInTumblrEmailPinterestLike this:Like Loading...
once more than dust Standard poor moth, touched by hands you crumble to dust and fade when blown in the wind Share this:FacebookTwitterMoreLinkedInTumblrEmailPinterestLike this:Like Loading...
heart broken Standard hidden from the moon hearts now rest among shadows to conceal their wound Share this:FacebookTwitterMoreLinkedInTumblrEmailPinterestLike this:Like Loading...
jealous of the sun Standard hauntingly, the wind paints an orange veil of dust to conceal the sun Share this:FacebookTwitterMoreLinkedInTumblrEmailPinterestLike this:Like Loading...
what dreams bring Standard once more night arrives promising more colours than darkness can conceal Share this:FacebookTwitterMoreLinkedInTumblrEmailPinterestLike this:Like Loading...
a glaring truth Standard the indignant sun will not let winter conceal mankind’s wastefulness Share this:FacebookTwitterMoreLinkedInTumblrEmailPinterestLike this:Like Loading...
a hidden moment Standard why so dark this day? what do you seek to conceal oh, mischievous mist J M Lysun Share this:FacebookTwitterMoreLinkedInTumblrEmailPinterestLike this:Like Loading...
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