The day is majestic,
So the passions of strangers.
The clouds are majestic,
So the diligence of strangers.
Majestic, also, is the moon.
Majestic, also, are the time tables of strangers.
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This blog will mainly be featuring all of my poetry and only rarely will I blog about my daily life. All that you need to know is within my poetry. :)
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