Far away the summer blazed hills stand
While the frozen lakes sit idle
Waiting for their breath
The flight of fresh young wings
Forgetting what was once real
A betrayal of one who got lost
In the ways of disturbed visions
An invisible stain on the heart
A wish once sent to the moon
Only to spiral back to earth, to death
Black-cloaked in any season
Memories buried for simple reasons
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