The wind is soft,
The heart high inside the breeze.
I dream of happiness,
The sun explode,
To kiss rainbows…

Could it be so pretty?
But the rain spills millions,
Broken tears over,
My drifting soul I think…

Amnesiac reasoning,
Absent minded reflections,
I think u are,
U thinks I am here…

The wind is hard,
The heart sinking deep,
I dream of sadness,
The sun disintegrated,
To wash out rainbow…

Could he be so ugly?
Nevertheless, the rain swallows,
Millions of diamonds,
Reason hit, I think…


Author's Notes/Comments: 

depression or reality?

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