Tender you're in time,
lost in paradox,
vibrant smile, and bright laugh,
You been in house,
for too long;
Decade passed, beans sprouted in jar,
I'm torn, and you're tired.
If you feel empty,
Take my crimson rose;
Stray in rain,
Little girl with flower in hand,
and little boy with wings on back,
Holding her tight,
As she's wounded deep down,
wearing a thought on maroon cloth;
Who knows, what we've inside,
lonely left out, to wither in maze.
Birds hovering above,
grasshoppers hiding in grass,
fireflies glow in dark;
In my dream,
why I fly and fall.
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