A small drop in an ocean,
Too small to cause motioon,
Big dreams in a tiny shell,
Secrets you can not tell.
Fires in the west,
Where the sun is to set,
Standing in the rain,
Just to feel alive again.
The breeze sounds hollow,
Or coated with sorrow,
I can't tell anymore,
Mind's a mess, so are thoughts.
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