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Broken breaths


 

 

wondering in the bare plains 
the cloud gathers again
shades of the wind moves like a train
hitting the brave lanes

 

the rains the rains billows
it came down pelting my deep minds eyes
washing away its hot stream flows
chilly marshy hearts of ice

 

a stucked fine sledge
its broken breaths 
are colors of a pledge
that threads through a sweet path

 

home is far away !

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