Falling like sky
A drop of rain
Bitter noise
Rushing sideways
Finding peace
You are nothing
This clinging vine
Pulling you
The brightest night
Wearing deep
Rise like the sun
Mad in chatter
Swollen tongue
Weep your willows
Releasing me
From fire swells
His breath thunders
Mighty crowned
In darkness sees
Fallen child
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