the wounded night
the wind
whistles tunes
of past days
and broken promises.
the trees
rustle restlessly
whispering rumors
amongst themselves.
the snow
falling softly;
the icy tears
of the wounded night.
the wind
whistles tunes
of past days
and broken promises.
the trees
rustle restlessly
whispering rumors
amongst themselves.
the snow
falling softly;
the icy tears
of the wounded night.
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