Someone has thought
Up a rain.
For the sky could
To cry by the sun …
Insult of cold winds,
is chained in eternal memory …
Time does not treat wounds. You and I!
Minutes will not help us.
Their lifes are small as ours
Into ice transforms a cold.
In tear spills smothering.
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