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Behind the blanket of smog
You let it burn.
That curtain of yours, I still wonder
Whether to hold the fire
Or turn it to embers!
But it grew wild
In darkness,
Locked me in my chamber
Ran me out of breath
I cried,
Pleaded,
Clamored for
A fist of fresh air,
A bit of sunshine
The end of silence.
And then
Helplessly I broke open a spire
A tie, an amour, an entanglement
That silently
Swells in ocean and blossoms on pyre! |
