In these shades across, I dream of the land full of voices shouting for the justification of hearts
In my heart lie piles of all the shades born of yester belief, the combination of all my decaying parts
With the sight raw from this land, I wonder of possibilities of seeing my age being born of this pure rain
With my heart I write of the voices in these shades I dream of, I pull my soul to the voices every now and again
Shades or words pour out to this cold circle of voices and cold land, as I engulf my world to poetry or rime
These voices bring my own world to life beyond these shades of a lifetime…the shades of my lifetime
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