Wishing for an icy cold
Winter's breath all in stow
White powder that glitters like diamonds
looks like inverted stars in the sky
No burning of the scorching sun
And dreading the broken sweat
Quiet that burning ball
by raining all those crystals down
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Eurobeus Cyon's Poetry
This is where I express me. This is not for you to copy and say its your own. I am saying whats inside and not out. I am not masking myself, but uncovering what is inside. This is where I am who I am.
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Eurobeus Cyon
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