The poem of meditation

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Flowers sing in the mist of sadness, i don't know when autumn comes, The sounds of yearning is nihility, only the tears are eternity. You never know what's my troth, i hate every hope in this evil world. the dream has disillusioned, like the billows engulf the froth. This day is as dark as your eye, so don't tell me look up at sky. If there is no desire of being beautiful, why can't i turn into depraved girl? I meditate the beauty of despair it's the violence and roar In this garden with the lies and blood, the white roses are drowned in flood of that you promised the future. but the sun fell and only the vulture has been hovering in my love. My love has been eaten away, Now i meditate like a mummy. I don't care how you stray, i've already lost in your love way.