I'm greeted by the remainders of the night,
cold rain and fine drizzle,
misting the sleepy greens,
all made a nostalgic and quaint sight.
warm collection of the last night's dreams.
my consciousness refuse to forget,
the moments painted in surreal,
all that happened, the persons i met.
the dream i cease to conceal.
but the night was thawed
by the pierce of the needles,
and all its lulling fraud
that were spoken in riddles.
the clowns came crying,
down the ambiguous carnival.
face paints slowly melting,
revealing nightmare: cold and feral.
run back to the threshold,
i was chased by time and space.
leaving each chapters unfold,
alas, i found my way out of this maze.
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