do you feel it?
the drought that
striketh thy heart
when the nights
aren't cold
and the winds
won't blow?

can you see it?
the shadows that lurk
who dim the soul
when eyes have changed
and turn thy
perspective into dust?

can you hear it?
that loud banging noise
inside
the waking sound
in the morning
that is your heartbeat?

have you tasted
life without flavor?
like a rainbow
whose shades
are only of gray

can't you smell the aroma
of freshly picked flowers?
soon to die
soon to wither
soon to fade a w  a    y

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as you have picked me up
from the ground
so shall you leave me be

I lie aside, subside
in pools of bright,
ice cold water

I look into thine eyes
in shades of night
skies and evening stars

in heights of towers
I feel the power
of gravity pulling me

and oh, how the wind
comes to an end
and again will never blow

and oh, how this pool
loses its cool
then leaves you alone, afloat.