Long ago, morning breeze,
In winter chill,
I'm feeling still,
And imprisoned with memories.
All alone at midnight,
Yet I'm still strange.
So what if i change,
You'll cry all night
In the wings of silence.
My spirit..... Alone
Along with pebbles of stone.
No rabble, no clamour in presence.
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