If you see what you see and then think that you don't
If you breathe but you feel this will not last for long
If the green salty waves care you back to the shore
And if reading till night, you can take in no more
Then, my friend, close your eyes, and imagine the days
Of the magical smiles and the rustling of lace
Or the gloss of glamourous illusive thick world
That can be an alternative for dusty word
You just let this old nothern wind of dreams in
And give in to the life that keeps vigil within
And perhaps, after travelling to deep dark "beneath"
In the morning you'll find it's still worthy to breathe.
Breathe
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