The air is smokey
and figures drift by softly
The birds and bees
perching upon the trees
The morning glows to that of night
Weather is diverse
Feelings are different
Memories of yesterday are golden
Words, everyday are spoken
Time an endless journey into darkness
Where good and light have no true meaning
Within the sky a clear star trek shines dim
But no one know it's times tricky plan.
©mylcebon
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