From A Nightmare

Stars Are Falling

It's so cold and desperate and in the springtime
I can't help but think of winter.
Where my whispers turn to screams and
I feel like I am drowning in it's greys and reds.
I wake up to find motivation and sight with clarity.
Reborn constantly, like the birds fly south.
Frequent and rapid at a natural pace; unnatural beauty.
Swallowed by fate and soaked in hope.
Reborn and soaked in hope.

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