you can always feel the breeze
as it soothes the troposphere
but only to rebound and die
as someone lays a wall
He's into poetry again. He hides his smile once more, gazes at the sable parts of the room and wears his black shirt again.... He's in a state of dreary, plunged into desolation. He stares at the picture of memory and puts his thoughts running again.... He is looking for something. He wonders and lays on his bed, works hard to deceive his sentiments but the tick tocks keep increasing....
The Days Are Numbered But We Can Still Have The Venture
you can always feel the breeze
as it soothes the troposphere
but only to rebound and die
as someone lays a wall
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