Chirping
birds and a singing frog,
in a swamp
devoured by the fog.
The mushrooms
spread their poisonous spores,
as ghosts
recite their gloomy lores.
Among this
sadness sits a man,
who every
day comes back again.
Wasting his
days until the last,
Drowning in the melancholy of his past.
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