The Fall of Innocence
As I left madness in the desert
With empty guns and unresolved dilemmas
A sorrow but protective shield
Made sand dunes crossing me to safety.
Towards the autumn without you
I'm heading 'lone and taciturn
Mirage of icicle enclosed me
The carcass of my past revives
My tears can't shed, canteen is hollow
A joker's wild behind the wheel
The crossroad vanishes in sandstorms
As I am spit out to be skinned
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I hear my giggles in green vineyards
As trees remember rusty games
The wind plays gutters in the night
Cranes fill horizon with their wave.
I need next rainstorm like the air
So it can flood my hopes for rivers
As bucks strike hunger in the wolves
I need to feel alive for winter...
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Did I leave madness in the desert
Towards an autumn without you?
Or I just dreamed of freedom loosely -
A grain of gold on cacti' spines...
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