Winter days going through moment's starry night
Keeping the hours inside deep still and dark
Glistening horizon sky that will spark
When the daybreak comes in with new light
Interval of shadows through roads constructed
Giving dusk feelings spins of destiny
The hour of beam in to myth now conducted
What comes to day must be or not be
Palpable courses are spinning and drifting
In to infinity darkness of dreams
Like clouds in the sky that never return
Gown of the shadows eyelids are lifting
Into the rising of sky firing streams
Onward to morn and evening - to burn
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