Time is crying
Tears are dropping
With the rain pouring
But I ignore still
For there's no way to flee
And I'm keeping breathing.
Air is moist
With scent of soil
A fresh moldy smell
Damp my lung but not down my zest
For recalling the past
For seeking the death.
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photo credit: my dear brother