Orchestration

The fast little runner who couldn’t see in the dark
There I am
The trees don’t know who I am

The fast little runner who fell in the dark
Maybe it will be happy
The way it was supposed to be
Marigold suns don’t lighten the night
With a dark, romantic minefield of broken down brains
Those heavy hearts may lift
And misguided lives are the artists

The fast little runner who was blinded by dazzling lights

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About dawsoleh

Pre-Vet at University of Lethbridge, hopeful 17-year-old writer, alternative music fanatic, an over thinker at heart. Mayfair, Saskatchewan, Canada
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