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We stumble, We fall
but what is a little obstacle,
which comes but for a while,...

Above or about, how time moves on.
Marvelously, flawlessly, lazily, seductively
but rarely ever benignly.

Night time light breezes fanning the insomnia.
The malevolent thoughts ride on the breeze.
Overwhelming, engulfing is the fragrance
the sweet smelling wisteria and tuberose

About or before, how cold breathes.
Sometimes veiled and always ephemeral
engulfed in shroud, floating silhouettes