Melancholically sheets of paper danced around me as I strolled towards the destination of our meeting. They took a plethora of forms, fluidly ever-changing. From swallows, crows and cranes to sparrows, rails and even butterflies. A never ending cycle of different shapes.
With the casual grim on my face, I couldn't but help a slight curvy line ever now and then ensuing my visage as I taught of times the two of us clashed. But I was fearless, or so I believed; the present affection shouldn't have even aroused. "You have become weak." Repetitively echoed. "What was the reason you came in this position in the first place?"
With the sun emerging north, and night concluding I knew I was to meet you. I took the sword from its scroll and vigorously drilled it into the ground, undoing my kimono leaving me in my usual attire.
With the casual grim on my face, I couldn't but help a slight curvy line ever now and then ensuing my visage as I taught of times the two of us clashed. But I was fearless, or so I believed; the present affection shouldn't have even aroused. "You have become weak." Repetitively echoed. "What was the reason you came in this position in the first place?"
With the sun emerging north, and night concluding I knew I was to meet you. I took the sword from its scroll and vigorously drilled it into the ground, undoing my kimono leaving me in my usual attire.
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