Omen
it's just you and your heart know what you have in your deep sleeping
nobody could erase or distract and chase it away. tho, foggy bushes woods i see a house, not just once not just twice.
no man's home, breezing cold breath that reminds how sneaky is a gaze.
with a knitted winter neckerchief we got from our warm home at that tropical land.
stare to the sparkling dust above south ocean, i keep an eye to the entire land.
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