A burst of burning flames,
simmered right beneath my throat.
Mind felt empty, but it might just because
the mirror inside lost its reflecting shine.
What brings forth the wind, that blowing
through the front yard?
T'is a mystery with birds chirping in the dark.
Grass profiled against the grey background.
When the sun rises, everything will appear.
In front of the Eyes.
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