Have been through numerous places, this wind.
Its journey never began nor will it end.

Its warm touch soothes the mind and the soul.
But as it touches you it turns cold.

Death and mystery inbounds you.
How can brightness abound to,
Such a place where no light will ever surround you.

It shivers the soul,it's cold as ice.
It won't be kind,it confronts the life.

Every despair and sorrow memory.
Will rest in your arms till eternity.

You're quieter than the night
Your gloom is prodigious  than infinity.
You've fragile calmness and powerful hostility.

Many tried to decipher,
The enigma of your darkness.
Reduced to dust, all their cleverness.

Can numb the brightness of anything flammable
As to get hold of this beauty no mortal is capable,
Your darkness is magnificent, Your darkness is untouchable.

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This poem is dedicated to #Angie_Taisho