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Sunset of Thoughts


I looked at the sky

While the train passes by

The different hues that caught my eye

Signaled that the day is about to die.

I then asked myself why

Does the heart sometimes lie

Because the world had answered me with a sigh

And the reasons are preparing to fly....

Away from me, away from my disintegrated mind

As if they were thwarted and confined

And now want to escape from being denied...

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