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Black clouds are running in the sky like big black birds… messengers of bad news… slowly, they cover the sky. My ship ploughs the waves of the time to search you… my polar star. I seek refuge near you… Clouds tear their pain drop by drop into my heart… Sadness, slowly, fill my soul… my ship without guide is all at sea… My ancient research of you is starting again through the sea of the time.

(Damon Darkland)

It wandered in the silence. 

Among sunny dunes 

and cries secret. 

Colored cloths 

what she plotted with 

you spin black of pitch. 

An anger  

fragile, howled. 

It gave heat 

kind desire to live 

inside eyes of rainbow it is it wandered, 

in the silence. 

deafening and obscene and in the looks 

of whom is incapable 

to understand the pain of a woman in black…

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