9:38 as the sun slowly fades sweeping the fields were the children play Thick dark dust of the winding roads passing signs were the trails once showed time passes by but the watch stands still my emptiness waits for you to fill I walk the shadows in the lonely park my own comfortness in shades of dark I lie awake in the soft warm grass cool sharp chills while breezes blow past
Reason for writing:
I went to a music festival and i found the artistic side of myself again.
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