jumping in and out of darkness it slowly weave.
Starts a storm in the untouched reef,
resulting in a silent cold wimp.
Shadow that spreads like an avalanche,
singing a tune that packs a punch,
like the bitter taste of an old crunch,
opening both hands that welcomes lunch,
a fear and doubt over my silent hunch.
How do you dispose something like water,
when there is no way to do in proper.
If life was clear and meant to be,
then what is the difference between you and me.
Clearly a difference can be concluded,
like the sun and moon that are destined to be parted.
The life we seek just cannot meet,
just like dreams they all deplete.
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