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You're the one and only treasure in my life.
A one-man band
has sketched poetry through his music...
The first time
This willowed road
I have come to the wonder of life.
Some say it's beauty...
Sunset, I've known you for so long --
a distant mirage, a forgotten song...
It feels as if I’m walking
on a pathway full of wilted azaleas...
I used to find
your eerie smell on the staircases...
Again, June came -- uninvited,
shadows glimmer as I think about...
He was a curator
who speaks softly about...
Erstwhile, those days are,
Trying to fill the void, the emptiness, your absence...
Poetry is painting a black and white story that is inspired by a scene from 16th century.
by Larry Chamberlin
by HOLLY ARMER