A humble flow,
Trembles down the window pane,
As the creatures make noise,
The air talks,
Calming of the night,
Brings a figure,
Dark but deep sight,
Eyes staring in fright,
From another world,
I don't know,
But mysteriously seen,
Not heard,
Nothing to show.
Just an indecisive man,
A spirit perhaps,
Walking into a land,
Without an understanding,
Maybe running laps,
Pondering such vague outlooks,
On the outlining formation,
The one we see in...
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