Clouds of thoughts gather
Perhaps they don't matter
For things are not what it looks
Nor circumstances which gets created
For what seems close may be too distant
While facts remain uncertain
Heart feelings may become a waste
Or maybe they shatter
But what remains of all last is you
All alone all by oneself
Thoughts still gather as things become lonely
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