A gentle breeze upon my shoulder,
Sight the poor cherish of the city
That I'am linked with, soft insight
Of my pointless eye of traveller
So I look at the dark sky gleam
In my lonesome search I have seen
The multitude of hidden vault
Eternity among the mistful clouds
I'ts you, It's you, I just know!
Some sharp claws and blue eyes
O eternity, how rude are your lies!
My lost friend, my devoted moon howl
As a cat you did much indeed
So a separation was a motion in need...
By: Bruno
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