Above the lonely skies
There rest some stories.
Stories of light around me.
Stories of darkness around the light .
When dancing with strangers,
I wake up in different worlds.
I search for the face I know.
I hear the stories they sing.
When lost in dark narrow valleys
I see cold flames of my anger
Empty pages burn into silence
Stories turn red into dreams.
I wait for stories to be true.
I wait for stories to have colors
They will end someday .
They were breathing someday.
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