Beneath a mountain of tedium,
In a dull, ugly system,
In an empty ocean of shadows,
Is a silhouette of pure fire heat
Drifting in the dark.
All I wanted was the wind;
The wind murmured with anticipation,
The grass turned to icy grey,
A fine mist fell,
And with the mist came my sorrow
Cooling my body
With her thousand kisses,
Leaving me there.
I am surrounded by ice crystals
Floating down through silence
Into soft glowing snow;
The only sound is the pulse of my breathing.
As the sun sleeps,
How many hearts are dreaming,
When the world stands still.
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