The Fading Fogs
The flock of birds that leisurely ride
The soft wind that gazing to your mind
The heavenly glow of red that pride
Witnessing the departure of its kind.
The blue shrine for the loved
The clean crystal that shined
The clear water that waved
Into your awful good mind.
We looked far beyond the earth
We searched across the heaven
We sought through the widest girth
Until we found what we were given.
The fading fogs of life
The shading parts of soul
The evading piece of strife
Invading me the foul.
Yes, I'm the one
Who yelled for the dawn
Yet does the dusk
Yawn and I'm gone.
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