Unfortunate be a better dream,
Then the fortunate will look less extreme.
Together we make us gleam,
We are living yet vanishing.
Shoulders to cry we lean on,
Shivered sky shed tears upon.
The mist you said would vacate, will flee,
In the aura which will set it free.
Accomplishments are floating in the sea,
I glimpse at them, they mesmerise me.
I die unvalued stationary,
With blossoms covering my corpse, arousing heat.