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When horizons fold into evening stars
and clocks keep ticking ahead,
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Fly high upon wings of the heron of birth
and reunite yourself with time.
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Strings pull rigorously and tear up skin
that circumvents beneath a lost force...
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Another bleeding heart laced in Ferris wheel to repeat its broken rounds,
groveling aloft, above ground to conceal the revolting breaking
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Lights on in the valleys of darkness,
I stroll in depths of reality.
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Hollow truths scribbled with black ink on white
while she continues her journey of splendor.
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A seed grown in the furthest of oceans,
storming with pain and bitter tears,
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Autumn skies repeated my innocent name
North from the fountains of youth, I was the same
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I came to this world with innocent cries
carrying me home to this giant new place
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Playing
in autumn nights,
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Sitting at windows of endless night
with one-handed blade of glory
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Falling snow still paints my luminescent smile,
floating past horizons lost for a blind while,
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“Forgotten hearts underneath the clouds of wrong,”
the Cherry Blossoms recite their sacred song,
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The evil fruit enchants my sight
with strive for perpetual delight,
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A world between two aching tears
dropped in the sea of doubt,
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Weave a web for words unspoken
and call me dead in night,
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Still cutting forward in her world of haste,
reminiscent in the silence of mists.
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Their words echoed like wisdom
in the wind of truth of my life.
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The darkness has captured this winter night
fulfilled by deeds of the evil.
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Our autumn skies are turning dark
when summer gives it’s last remark.
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Still bathing in the wind,
my tears falling with
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Her dithering fingers reach for the tacit moon
strewn with shadows of the late afternoon.
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Waiting
just one more day
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Hours keep passing in the golden late fall,
Each leaf slowly gliding to another stream.
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Tales of bravery have come to an end,
Eras changing in rabid harmony;
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Making her way on the path lost
in the nights she found in exhaust.
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Masked in the world where your eyes could not see
while you dreamed in the lap of your beloved Marie,
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Bathing in the warm sun
of a summer begun anew,
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The sanded beaches of life have turned silent
in the rain of scattered glass of my broken tears.
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Upon the barren wastelands of true love
the black sun rises to another endless dawn.
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The pages of my life have fallen blank
in a fading evening of a dawn’s embrace.
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