Skies have gone crimson with dusk approaching
Last gleams of the sun, some final pecking
My hands stretched out to death…to eternity
And it still hisses and yanks sharply
I am yearning to my God
Hallucinating things and craving for a start
With twilight future and marred past
I have nothing at my hands but some rotten cards
Life came up with veneer, a spastic demeanor
A lot of promise, a little in all
Everlasting horizons and an endless stall
And now again I am left on the shore…
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