Bright and Dark
Memories unfold.
Precious blossoms invisible.
I cut through the thorns.
In the sacred land
My Sins fall like autumn leaves.
Renewal from death.
For Harif.
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Memories unfold.
Precious blossoms invisible.
I cut through the thorns.
In the sacred land
My Sins fall like autumn leaves.
Renewal from death.
For Harif.
No posts