Skyfall
on doubt,
Of
what my life,
Is
all about.
Where
love dances,
On
the fringes of
Enchanted
evenings.
Storm
brought a clue,
Of
all the hope,
Lost
on you.
Told
to be a man,
Only
when I can
Somehow
understand.
Happy
was your face,
On
the light note
My
hasty fingers trace.
Colder
now than winter,
Alone
in ways,
Shards
of heart in splinter.
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