Tis not today and won't be even soon
When clouds transform to designated forms.
While greys encompass shrinking mild lagoons
And fiercely throw sarcastic stones to willing
To find their blissful sacred room,
There's somewhere nearing sense of loss
And of paralyzed feelings.
Tis not today
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