Ashes carried by winds choke me.
Hear the cries as flames rise.
A red sun burns above me.
I can't see the end yet.
The sky is far too hazy.
April, my admiral,
lighten my wings with your shrill whistle,
[Alone in] Laughter, lamenting the lost light,
you don’t want to be the forgotten, the lost cause, the missed flight.
Reason runs thin when your sadness is bountiful,
A wild dream wakes you,
tears you out of
the spiral you are swimming in,
sending you, reeling, into a new reality.
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