It's cold here
Under the sun
The leaves wither
And soon the-
Branches break up
Nothing is left
But dead trunks
Music goes off
Long before I-
Fall into sleep
The dream turns
Me over again
I wake up
And it's night
I want sleep
Away from dreams
Into cracks of
Time; no more
Silhouettes- darkness awaits
As empty shells
they'll open windows
to silent room
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