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She opens her soul and fills with peace, transcending the world on shafts of light.

The moon peers through the curtain of night.

He glided into a memory whose ghost I shall always reflect upon. Em Yếu Anh.

I had never been to the country before, had never visited the wild in the wood; but one foggy eve, with the dew on my sleeve, I arose with the ..

She was the daughter of misery and rain. He was the son of abandonment and rust. Together, they gave birth to heartache and pain. Now, they la..

The night lived in the tendrils of her hair.

The shadow of an unsung brother lives in my bones ...

He Will Never Know ...

I drowned in the summer of eighty-four.

I've not forgotten the wonder of you ...