Climate of heart
climate of heart
Daily the desert storm occurs here
The pain and the sand in the rain of eye
Mixed through the deep sight
Becomes stone, the heart.
Cutting that stone
Civilization is written.
In the saffron color;
In the dark of every dark moon here.
Mechanical wheels in blind hand rotate.
Mirage in the turn of fate
A long time over
The blue covering p...
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