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Poetry: My roses are isolated from the world

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Poetry: My roses are isolated from the world

My roses are isolated from the world

The evening breeze brings the greetings of the night

Brushed the hair, exuding tenderness

Moonlight also chooses to walk down the stairs in search of freedom

Outside the window, there is only amorous rain

Kissed the fragrance of the stamens

A coat of green smoke obscured my eyes

Your vows toss, wandering in the extinguished cigarette

The thin back locked my gaze

Your pace takes away the spider plant of the probe

My roses are isolated from the world

It's too late to enjoy a momentary stay

Poetry: My roses are isolated from the world

The transfer of love

Fingertip butterflies hug plain white paper

What was once good has changed its taste

I walk through the corridor of time

Your steps have long since changed direction

There, the green silk is growing

The fluttering fragrance of flowers dressed her in makeup

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Do the returning pigeons remember your name?

The moonlight is getting cooler, beside me

All that's left is the absurdity of the past

Poetry: My roses are isolated from the world

Dreams set sail

The reed grass walked through the dusk

The sea breeze churns the mast sails facing the unknown

There is a new rain behind me, sending me to set sail again

The wings of an egret count the scales of a fish

The majestic mist of water can't stop it

Stop me, lean against the deck and listen to the hometown on the other side

The moment the sun sets

The waves of sea cheer overshadow the confusion

Perhaps, it is not so difficult to leave home

Just to burn the last bloom of the self

The fervor of youth is youthful frivolity

It is gradually hot in the sea and sky

Author: The past follows the wind

Figure @ Past & Loss

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