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snow comes...

I was manipulated by frigid
that struggles me to be in flames
to bring into warm contact
to liquefy the ice in me

rain comes...

the water move swiftly through my face
as my eyes drown into cloudburst
setting one's eyes to a hero
to get rid of the sprinkle water

sun comes...

the moisture was remove in my skin
and my lips was drained of blood
so thirsty that I could hardly breath
which burns my innermost thoughts

cloud comes...

silhouette envelops my feature
that exclude light from my spot
petrified by the future will bring
and preparing oneself for next

wind comes...

strength gone out of my possession
as I've tried to stand at rest
like a statue that never collapse
in a legend of tornado

snow comes....
rain comes....
sun comes...
cloud comes....
wind comes...

repeating as they comes...
...as I wait that you will come

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-romel