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Old Soul

The colour crimson, the sky strokes,beyond the plumes of smoke,do you adore the light huethat shies away from the darkyet brings you the mornings anew?Do you listen to the silence ofthe benign blue, that lie defenseless,covering the…

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It’s strange how even when I do nothing all day,I feel the need to unwind in some way!!Is this exhaustion or just a mental state?Because when the day goes on, it’s for night that I wait.Is it tranquility or peace of that hour?Or is silence…