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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