Wind has settled, leaving rummaged leaves Clearing viewpoint in front of vacant scenes
After letting loose off its kinetic energy from within.
It's now nighttime
Lies.
"Ever" darkened sky surrounds grass
as misshaped strings attached to the ground begin their dance under the absent sunrise
Certain of concealment thanks to their hideout...
but they were being watched by the nightfall.
"It's quite late, isn't it?"
More lies.
Another thousand steps, it's getting quite eerie
Vision abstracted from nerve points, hearing avoided by silence while sense of smell has been blocked by the coldness around one's vitals...
but keep on moving towards a paradise.
It sure is dark here
All lies.
It's fine this way, right?
Sky's not all so gray now
night won't be eternal
"Truth" can be obtainable
Voice silent in daytime
Smile more till the paint's dry
Walk towards the sunlight and don't mind.
"Sun is up"
It's all right
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Stroll through a plain field
PoetryIt's getting dark out there, return soon! "I'll be right back!"
