Close the door, come through the window.
Soft breeze of eastern delight.
Weeping willow sways and cry.
Soft as the clouds, wanders alone in the sky.
Shot to the head, in no seconds you're dead.
Small sounds of the chimes. As wind blows.
Wail to the endless seas of golden grass.
Wait for you, without tomorrow. Shore is just near.
Waves of the other land travels. Continued living.
Prisoners of priceless memory, lost everything.
The retribution is just too much.
Spirits of the trees glow with the night.
Cold as the ice of winter frost winds.
Frozen in time, memory kept repeated for so long.
Stand and wait in vain, cry for no one's help.
So long the memory falters, so long they're gone - beside me.
Speak the unspoken truth of shallow senses.
Bloom in cold dark garden of solemn matters.
Seek for the undying light. Memory scatters.
Live along with the fruits of priceless despair.
Wrath of the gods awaken your long-dead friend.
Come to the visions of the sleeping time.
Silence and restless dreams, through the path of stones.
Listen and speak, hear the words uttered by the fools.
Growing thought that reaches the limit of your sanity.
Warning of the prophets of the spring solace.
Strayed minds below the shade of a solitary tree.
Praise the midnight, cold isolation she brings.
Run through the endless corridors of the mansion.
Fly with your stone pair of wings.
Rapture the flesh, wild succession of impalement.
Tear the body with the sharpest claws of dirty vengeance.
Stood against the secluded ancient oriental winds.
Play like an innocent child in the marshland.
Bright sunlight just above your head when you look up.
Point in there, to the clear impressive horizon.
Mighty flaps of the waterfowls with the sunset.
Rich orange sky that swirled with the setting sun.
Live in full illusion and perpetual vertigo.
Childish fears still lingers around somewhere.
Bruise and burns that transcends through years.
Pay the price of the life-long ignorance.
All damages has been done and nothing can be changed.
That was it. The end-point.
For every joke has it's own limit.
So long, your turn is now suspended.
Goodbye, for my patience has ended.
SFGS 23 Community Member 
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