Under the weather

The last 3 days have been gray, red and blue

One foot in the abyss, another sinking in  the sand

My head buried in the sand

And the sound of the world drowned by the moving sand.


But the wind was calling my name

It was the music I heard as noise

The sweetness which tasted sour

The softness which caused me to itch.


I guess I been under the weather for too long

To appreciate the caress of the sun

But don’t bury me just yet

The pulse might be weak

But this heart is still knocking.


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