Cloudy
Where, in clarity light I wanted,
simply another night in a storm
And when reality is degraded,
could still see the sun?
If I’m only a cut sunflower
during night loneliness invades
And all I really dislike, without question
dominate the afterglow.
Shyness fears many spills
and even trying to still
follow so silent dawn.
But it becomes a lie
any new view of this history,
You come or unwilling to stay, r
emove then what remains on hope...
Clouding how hard I wanted on lightness.
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