Urban confusion of the blocks
lonely soul
stay, wandering while only the swirling wind
disperse the sun the whole world
such as falling leaves all make a stunning turn
then disappear
empty heart
in the drift, loss
anterior
is blind to the future
darkness with its wings to the surrounding
walking around in circles
is boring
to the pace of the road towards
always hesitate to stop
scattered leaves
the same with the soul
I do not know where to go
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