grievous sky calling at me
in the middle of my delusion
dancing trees waving their branches at me
in the burning of my confusion
freezing air i never imagine
wraps the delicacy of my vein
whirling wind i simply loathe
infatuates the land of my torso
a suitcase of dreams that i clutch
barely unveiling the awe of insanity
a picture of you
surreptitiously stealing my desolate reverie
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