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CLOUDS, IN MOURNING

 

Wherefore sighs the wind, coming as it does,

streaming down upon the face of heaven,

is it because life is but a fleeting dream,

and death an eerie, stretched-out scream,

with twisted lips as those of a demented clown,

doomed to drown, before a silent crowd,

stirring in discomfort?

 

 




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Publicerad 2024-05-27 13:58



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