Demands are in a high resist
Towards the ending death of dreams
Sealed are the working leaves
Tethered to the net of breath
Life may fly like a tilted child
But converging thoughts are in confusion.
So is my heart dark and rough
Rocky and clustered,
Waiting for a simple, strong breeze.
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 11:17 PM UTC
Demands are in a high resist
Towards the ending death of dreams
Sealed are the working leaves
Tethered to the net of breath
Life may fly like a tilted child
But converging thoughts are in confusion.
So is my heart dark and rough
Rocky and clustered,
Waiting for a simple, strong breeze.
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