Say what you want
I am intoxicated
Like a canary in the hands of autumn's wind
An orphan
and a drifter
And don't oppose
To the flustered dried leaves
Flying into the sky of your mesmerizing thoughts
Just listen
Beyond the clamor and lunacy
There is a melody
Which worships your name
With every drop of tears on the cheek
And give in
To the mound of pines
On the blanket of snow
(There is still sanity to be seen!)
And believe
In the risen from the horizon
Which still shines
Over the winds of change
Come
And nest
On my broken heart
For a while
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