She Runs Beside My Window

 

 

For the wind

the sour face that splashed

Collide

smells the grass roots when window knocked

 

for the flying seeds

after untiringly giving birth hour of raps

Whirled

In between bricks that break nature for tiringly second

A fresh new breath dance in absurdity

 

For the beauty that struggling to bloom

After hundreds of figure

Phase by second by

Phase by another phased

Satisfied

A mind wander and conquered

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