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The Time's needle is broken
The Time's needle is broken
The Time's needle is broken, the shrunken leaves of untidy tree
Smudged and drown into the swampy chamber of violet-tinted ocean. The oozing rain
Dampening the sodden, sullen flowers, silent whispers at the empty door.
The cherubins are no more.
On the pastel seahorse, feral time, move calmly, till the end of my requiem.
The Sea sobs in seclusion, emptiness pervades and permeates,
No cuckoo sings. farthest stars, dripping skies, hovering clouds, dismal and dismaying.
No winds, Upheaval inside the bleak sea,
The white flower wept and died, without water...
No water...famished r
iver bears garbage of ghastly mankind,
But behind my back I can hear,
The tumult of obnoxious time, and death is all ubiquitous...
Surreal season
Sordid, sad
Underneath the blue smog of sulphuric fire
Dying fall in a moment, rolling tears from the tongueless hills,
At the ending, when the needle is broken and crestfallen
Moved downward from the wide shore,
The Sea weeps
dead fishes and seagulls
the waves move
with commotion
blue flower is languished
and the never-ending sighs
infrequent...
