Rain turned to ice,and lightning splintered, it splicedthe black sky, it seeped a bright white.All animals they fled,from the sky as it bled,pale death that fell veiling the night.
Man is in his own microcosm akin to a personal box, with poetry as its lid which it can defend itself from the world
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Man is in his own microcosm akin to a personal box, with poetry as its lid which it can defend itself from the world
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