Haze fills the Horizon,
Precious odours unseal
I can feel the wet air
Of distant seas as near
When sadness is luscious,
And the urge to live is dire
With undefinable desire.
Wish I could fly away,
Wish I could be like fire
Or wind, which never stay
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