poem

The Melancholy of a Worldist

Beyond the distant sky

A white horse galloped across the cloudy skyI wondered if I ...
The Melancholy of a Worldist

The March

Come on, everyone! Did you hear the wake up call? Time to wa...
The Melancholy of a Worldist

The Howling Alarm

In the distance the alarm is howling This grating sound has ...
The Melancholy of a Worldist

The Glass Fortress

You and I were looking at the glass fortress together I was ...
The Melancholy of a Worldist

The Garden of Light

Behind the iron bars, a large flower of cherry blossoms bloo...
The Melancholy of a Worldist

Dark Fantasy

The world is one novelThe novel is a fantasySo the world is ...
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