Aside

Whit ashes


White ashes
that not easy to read
i can’t skip it
unde the sad ske
i read it
without stop
i can’t count
but can’t understand it
whit ashes
novels start with wall paper chang
and mix with number page
is here true love
or i grow with sorow
with broken wish
i guess
apple tree still dance
betwen line
under the snow
and cloud tired
and still i read it
whit ashes
i rush to safe
and you go with me to race
mony
m
o
n
e
y
bad race
i tired
war like whit ashes

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