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Description
I have seen the brown sky give birth to a fallen star.
The atmosphere speaks an old tongue of drear and deep echo.

One being.
Isolated, alone.
Stands heavily in front of a gray pine.
The sky is drifting, his only companion fading.
The others drape, without life or feeling.
The ground under my feet and between my eyes is wet, not hindering or welcoming. Everything inside says "Wait".
Seeing such a sky, it is hard to tell whether the day has turned to night, or it has always been reluctant for sunrise.
I must not follow the sky.

Torturous existence, though it has created so much pain, I must have it back.

Description
I have seen the brown sky give birth to a fallen star.
The atmosphere speaks an old tongue of drear and deep echo.

One being.
Isolated, alone.
Stands heavily in front of a gray pine.
The sky is drifting, his only companion fading.
The others drape, without life or feeling.
The ground under my feet and between my eyes is wet, not hindering or welcoming. Everything inside says "Wait".
Seeing such a sky, it is hard to tell whether the day has turned to night, or it has always been reluctant for sunrise.
I must not follow the sky.

Torturous existence, though it has created so much pain, I must have it back.