Thursday, June 4, 2015

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Clouds become

Darker 

Become deeper

Become stronger

 

Rivers rush harder

Rush inwards

Rush downwards

 

Skies become

Gloomy

Become brighter

Become higher

 

Sea becomes louder

Becomes wilder

Sending chills

Down my spine

No reason

Some more wine

I'm silent

I'm scared

I'm worried

That I dared

Layered 

With laughter

With tears

Stairs

Going up

to my head's

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Someone switch the light on

It's dark in here. 

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