You are you no matter if it’s dark or light.

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Create myself in new home



Morning after this withered evening

Tread from the house in search of me

Thereafter walking in orbit I compassed

Me posit wit in myself

Clinched the racing heart

Laid eyes on pampas

Felt broken pieces of me

Cascade of tears on my cheek

Raise head by cluster of self

Stroll ahead aside web of thoughts

Feelings being played, emotions ruled out

Time forbids for further moaning

No fall of dusk on any aisle

All is to step forward

Build a wooden house

And create myself in new home.