The hot water sky decomposes
In misty globes and drops of crystal
Over the carousel of ordinary, dizzy lives
Orbiting under the drapes of darkness,
As an unadjusted quartet, fallen
In dissonance
With the natural, the infinite and innocence
Confusing the streams of thoughts
With a welcoming home.
Often skating on frozen tears,
Dreaming to leave the bogus prisons,
Beings have denied their perfect origin,
Living now
Wearing cheeks that never deeply smiled,
Slipping through the alleys of fate,
Accumulating stories,
Fascinated by possessing stars.
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