In the edge of daylight
Before entering the
night
Amid stretched shadows
Along golden meadows
The wind is now blowing
The clouds are flowing
Beyond reality’s frame
Into dream’s silent
flame
Burning the past behind
Scorched into our mind
As the sun sinks in
tears
Shifting shadow of tiers
Color my lips in deep
red
Until this day is truly
dead
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