Deserted. Strangled by mist. Soulless.
In its world of broken dreams,
The orchid grows, translucent,
Its seeds from the asphalt's cracks.
On its petals, marks of purity,
Lonely as a dying gaze.
In the chaos of seamed hearts,
Hard it breathes, so hard.
Cradle into the past of abandoned smiles
The fear of touch,
It's stayed like fragile time,
And sand that runs between your fingers...
Be like an orchid on a naked stone
Drink drops of berries painted grey.
Crystalline oblivion destroys the memory of cobwebs,
I thunder in the mist that raises an echo...
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