Her November Poetry

Broken ceiling, unlimited spaces
Blue skies, purify morning air
Sun rays, sun shines, a sun
that never home late
sheep shape white cloud
her beautiful first heart broke

Losing key, unlocked door
Drizzly evening rain
sun has setted, yellow sparks 
to the dark
humming wind blows
and her twisted mind
in between

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