The Crimson Sunset Arising Over The Wind-Swept Moor

No harmful or irksome thoughts stir this mind to absolute madness, and away from annoying, frequent sounds: only peacefulness soothes irritated senses; I may fall asleep and dream in a state of false reality, letting the fanciest fantasy enter the bloodstream! The crimson sunset arising over the wind-swept moor alleviates the mood of daily woes such as this murmur; the torrid day, unlikely a dry desert, gives into a cool breeze: nothing is heard above and under but the shrilling of a geese! All the joyous smiles flashed by others were missed by me, and the craving was stuck into my throat unable to spit it out and feel the relief I needed to carry me through a painless night; firebugs aren't pretty butterflies, they glow and suddenly flee!