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It was dark and stormy night
The wind blaze chasing the flames of hell
Covering up within the gloomy light

Skies weeping tears with madness spells
Fading lights into scheming rifts
Never shines, never dwells

Lighting strikes tremendous cliffs
Wandering gloomy roses full of thorns
Wondering, wondering…”will it ever live?”

Clinging forest, wail and burns
Lovely blooms emerge, soon to loss
I’m in a never-ending turn

Rain and bows, will never cross
Nor a rising sun will ever be lit
A world that will never be gloss

I’m a rain, full of melancholic charms
that fit
I’m a gloom, never been enlightened
I’m a shadow beneath the light, I admit

With so many vague roads, will I ever be
brightened?
Can I bloom without being burdened?