Personal Literature


Pouring rain,

the splash to my feet

My minds are wandering through the pool of memories,

pool of healing

Time seems have its own loop

Which cause me running as amorous as the pouring rain

Avoiding the loop,

but it can’t help

I, -The Wanderer- with the beast hiding inside me,

come to the time loop again

Replay the role,

’till what was undone done


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