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TINY TRINKLETS: 3-Lost inside myself
Gazing at the stars, the eyes of empyr,
when one is lost in the dark, it pours the soul in tranquil,
those tiny drops, that clothes soak away,
frozen I feel, sometimes when it rains.

Flickering lights, are such an enchantment,
magic flows in the breeze, gentle and opulent,
wind chimes, they sing, melody pleasing,
contend I seem, bygone from dreaming.

I desolate deep-within, where I hide my hoping holes,
gazing at the skies, I doubt if I could ask for more,
the boyant song that once I loved, faded in grey,
wonder if I should walk in sleep, or be awake.

© Inblues