Bipolar Skies:
Leaves of green
Don't stay on this scene,
Skies of blue
Don't remain with you.
As the stranger steps in,
Depression begins,
Leaves of red
Burning in my head,
Skies of grey
Will always fade away,
Returning they shall
To take you back to hell.
Leaves of white
In winter's delight,
Bipolar skies
With their downs and highs,
The stranger within
Always knows how to win.
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Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2016
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