As darkness shrouds the day,
As the moon pours down mists
That wash my face pale.
I clinged on to my jacket
Wondering how many days will count
Before the flower blooms,
Before the sun looms
Like intrepid smokes
From the ash of phoenix.
I wonder how long it would be
Before the gloom expires,
Before the dawn respires
Opening the day portal
For copious lights to pour.
I wondered and pondered:
Will the coal ever bring fire
After this copious downpour?
Will my breath be dry enough
To rekindle the cinder?
In this cold night,
I continued to wonder;
I continued to ponder
As I continued to wander,
Clinging on to my jacket
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