Another drop of water
fills this evening...
The very essence
of hours of thought.
Touching the snow
with bare feet.
Walking on paradise
with a bare mind
that thinks...
One kind of dream to rule throughout insomnia, beyond the night that covers my soul, along with the snow I wait to walk upon...
One kind of path to rule throughout destiny, beyond the concrete and metal disguise, amongst dirt covered wood and haze like skies, waiting to be travelled, in snow and contempt,
by us...
My path is long aflicted
by ruins of might.
With fire and haze like
breath, I live...
And cleanse this forgoten,
snowy night.
We shall know its end when the dagger sleeps, deep inside
the snow...surounded by closed eyes that dream...once again.
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