Serenity
The impossible
The never before seen
The wished for
And the too far to reach.
An airplane crashed
An anchor sunk
A kite took off in the wind
And the soft clouds left my skin exposed to the sun.
Withering away
Burning away
Is the old dead flesh
And the scent of lost hopes.
Lay down in bed
Dream of springtime once again
And get ready to be born again
In the morning.
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