cyclone gale

pontefract





In a hazy bar where stars are fading out,

They build a fire of fake desire to trap.

A raging storm takes form to sweep the room,

While blinded eyes chase lies across the floor.

He seeks the eye in the sky where quiet reigns,

And drops the gale turned pale inside the light.

A steady calm brings balm to heal the soul,

Breaking free to be whole once again.

 

 

 

 



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