A swarm of darkness creeps into my mind,
Forming dunes of stinging chronicles,
Yearning all the while for my kind
To come rushing with their pinnacles
Of life-long glory to be shared with me.
From the gales of their daily hustles,
Can't they blow apart diverging from their rhythm
Into my mind's gateway, making tiny rustles
About the foliage, building up an anthem
Filled with exploding merriment?
Masses walk past with shimmering smiles
Along the pathway, showering vows of love,
Until turn their backs, drifting away miles,
Chopping my heart, shattering cages of dove,
Their flight frantically tearing the sky.
Years and years of life on mundane earth
Bestowed upon me the truth of their falsity;
Nevertheless I resort to unreasonable mirth
Waiting for their arrival, seeming an eternity.
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