Equal desertion,
equal desolation
here I am
here I am
the darkness of the bright light
the desert storm
the snow storm
it makes the same dreams
should I shiver with cold and
forget
that I shake with sweat
every time
In the end
they are the same dream
the same
hoping,I could have changed
and become
something
in between
where the light is calm
in the trees
medium tide.
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