the wishing song
winter is upon us
the skies blacken with sorrow
the inked feathers fall into the muddy puddles
the disappearance of the colorful birds
the leaves from the trees grow sour
the scent of fresh-cut grass replaced
the dream of pale snow trampled by feet
smell the tea leaves-- pale and damp
smoking wood teases the icy air
that’s funny
stop dreaming!
keep wishing, and be disappointed
stop messing with your head
all out of breath
stuck on the ledge
your head spinning round
even your heart is one full of doubt
guess what happens to every life at a moment in time
you already know
drown yourself in hopes
just to escape a displeasing truth
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