In that heavenly bliss of sunshine,
Once again the rise of light,
Blushes as it sees the unruly brow,
So to run in a misty raw....

From a soaring fantasy,
To a mocking fallacy,
But the winter is near,
To blow such silly smear...

But the queen of evil,
Is the guardian of devil,
And there is an awaiting troop,
To this healing wound,

Oh the beauty of time,
Washed away as a lime,
That squashes the salty rinse,
And blew my phase of wintry wince...

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My last poem in Wattpad probabily