A whitish haze is stamped into the air
From pale to bright reflections in the sky,
Then dark reminisces fall down on to the square,
Its creepy outlines can hardly be identified
A heavy slumber plunges us into a twinkling abyss
Where ones are travellers, another ones are lost
A narrow passage can be found out with an ease
The sheerer is the right solution, the higher is it’s cost
There are the dreamers of the that dreary circle
High soaring free above the life’s unfolding plot,
Removing dust and jumping over never ending hurcles
Awaken after longsome anesthesia, inspired by a clear thought
Twinkling abyss
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