Scream, scream-scream, a recurring dream
A refrain from past, re-enacted life
Or more exactly, the remaining of it-
With missions complete, thinking hard
There must be something
A mind constantly denouncing peace-
Childhood, adolescence and adulthood
Letters of love seeking faith
Is it time yet to leave?
We cannot immortalize, by any means
The moon returns to own circles
Dark clouds drift folding the sun
Like an epidemic when it matters little
For what it was to live and hope
Be it sunshine or rain.
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