Fatigue senses on these wings
Stretched to the fathom of new height
Evil swifts to the distant spot
In a hurry to bang or tail
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Stillness pursues in each step
As a revamp of old boldness
Misty lane seems cringed as lone
Till the frozen yard of blows
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All alone in a lovely spot
Withdrawn to a senseless valley
A frozen dream augments inside
Shivering thoughts marches outside
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Hues of nature turned as dawn
There on the bed lie few dew drops
Dreary dreams and absent trust
Abandoned part of rain or flows
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Love is not a deed
It's a lovely need
Love is not a weed
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Reformation of mud is on
That mend there as a lonely cave
Zone was gloomy dale of wish
Swift of fear was there in tune
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Feel the Momentum of hope lively
Vigor that push life ahead and stable
Wreck of mind that shield sometimes
Time that heel as a gifted mentor
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Trial is on way as a mistake
Grief march as its dictator
Revive the fall that not emptied
Something hangs as persuader
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Fen was deep and volatile
Beyond the borders of shadows
Emptiness grooming inside
To proclaim the floppy trenches ahead
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Seems to be in a contradictory field
There shadows groom alone
Solitude shades as a burglar
There hymn the truth of life
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