A night is running fast,
Towards the star of unseen tomorrow,
And leaving her footprints apparent
With memories of higher altitude,
While those thought stings –
Comes down the desert.
Know –no dream is far where eyes host,
When all beams are bounced back;
From thunderstruck sea in the forest –
And yet will not give in before hurricane,
For the rain will dissolve all Lies –
To subsist the giant.
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