Nocte V, Nostalgic

Fragment 1, Winter

Dies in the cold, an old heart. Joy is absent from memories.

While the pain riot and goodbye, in the nostalgia.

And the nights return to dye from a distant yesterday.


I'm staying again, drifting next winter.

I read so deeply, longing for longing.

Reminiscent in the dark present, the moments.

But I can not distinguish the new hue of this hell

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