The Fire
Fastened to mystics of the tranquil night
I am sleepless
The curtains, I see
They’re still and dead..
A cold gust of breeze
From nowhere, emerges
Tossing them gently
Into random waves..
To me they seem, helpless
Much like my mind..
Haunted and set ablaze
By the touch of your thoughts..
They’re all over me…
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