Like constellations in faraway sky
Every hope and dream in longing last
Windmills of the abysses and the high
Reaching the background of its truer flying cast
Sometimes comes to front like peace
Playing through our love with its good intentions
And troubling like it has no preventions
Only the blossoms around its time lease
All the rain clouds in glimpse of the bright sun
Hunting for troubles in heavy weigh drops
What comes down again all goes to height
Fall of the flowing that once did here stun
Inside the tunnel of thousand tears flops
Trouble feels like holding to a light wired kite
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