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Foggy night's turning into starry,
Blazing in crimson red and proudly down on its knee.
Dew kisses the dreaming grasses
Burning into glinting morning mist of heyday peaches.
Calm amber in sultry,
Blasting candescent smiles on cloud nines luminously.
The great silver linings
Walk its heart out like a child with all the feelings,
'til reached the end of the rainbow
Tightly hugging the clingiest ray of sunshine to glow.
And the sunset bursts its colors
Made for all the forgotten and the lost dreamers.
Whereas the moon is ready to cut,
Gashing the promises tied into a single tightest knot.
Afterward, there goes the thunder's groan,
Carried by cold wind creeps into the heart of stone.
The blinding darkness of truth,
Drowned and drank the tears by the sweet tooth,
The serene haze falls into rain
On deepest and darkest night weeping out in vein.
The fixed stars caught and brought
And shaped into the greatest oceans of thought.
Shadow was left in the field of loneliness
Wiping out the warmth and snug hues of happiness.
After the wrath of those sleepless nights,
Pillows kept the feelings fighting the tears like knights.
The yellow-red sun kisses the yelling pain
Painting hopes for scarred lonesome window pane.
And the sobbing meadow in April,
Accompanied by the conjectures and regrets to feel,
Wrapped up with a friendly anhedonia,
Scented petrichor of an infinitesimal fume of euphoria.
Subsequently heaviness on top of the head,
Made Gladioli and innocent Lilies vowed into bed.
