#Weakness #Falseness #Conspiracy #Hopelessness

Dreams of Shadows

I dreamt of a sky sublime

sun orange luminosity

spread as distant strands

the footprints of light;

brilliantly with timed gait

move, fleeting, die-

softly scattered memories

take form of thoughts.

Whispers of Shadows

find voice, sound

hidden elation

within misery, really

hearts of lies.

Except the poinsettas fade

eyelids of vanity

blink reflections of the heart

tainted rivers.

 

 

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Gold

Each day - the same. 
There's nothing new that you can tell 
And nothing's changed since when I came. 

Each day's so gray. 
No new emotions, no new thoughts 
And no new feelings. 
I may be changing every day. 

And yet I'll change 
The world will not, it will remain... 
Nor cold, nor hot, but gray- 
Each day - the same, it's like a game. 

A theater's this world. 
There're no new actors, 
No new plots... and yet it's made of gold 

It isn't worth to watch it every day, 
Since their gold is gray. 

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