To fall for millions of years,
oblivious to change
away from all the tears
the sky your open range
To breath in deeply,
against the torrent's gust,
and long, for another heart,
to break the monotonous lust
And,
To land, abruptly, on rough terrain,
An impact, uncalled for, to end a young man's reign,
The kings of composure, happiness, success,
drained of life by a desire, no less.
As soul corrodes its chamber, fleeing,
Romance may bellow from this being.
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