Still weather storms
Through ageless old swarms
Of frozen sunlight
And melting moonlight
Quiet thunder wails
Through wind-patrolled jails
Of free imprisonment
And blissful malcontent
Lost wishes found
Through noiseless sound
Of sudden, foreseen shocks
And suspended, ticking clocks
Sane perfections disturbed
Through purity perturbed
Of old unhappened events
And forgotten joyous laments
It's hard to explain.
Old feelings ruining something perfectly good.
It's utter confusion.
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