It's dawning and enchanting sorrow
is dropping down from lamellar roofs.
I'm walking to fill up the hollow
in broken heart. You've made a move...
The game... It's just the game you're playing.
I was too blind to reveal the false.
The autumn has put down the veil:
fictitious world's been crashed in drops.
The time is like a bound river
beneath the shelter of sparkling ice,
that's cold, but is becoming thinner,
revealing slightly magic shine.
It's dawning. An enchanting crown
is melting down light morning frost.
Faint light warms up a frozen soul
and chases away the past days ghost.
11.2023/01.2024
The past days ghost
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