Searching and searching
Through the rainy hammering jungle
Eyes glaring, what is he doing
What is he chasing
For what is he racing
Back to my thoughts
Fire falling from the night sky
Yet I'm so composed
Legs moving because I want you whole
I'm at the end the cliff
An aura seems to be giving off a mystical drift ,
My eye's intensity from the sidelines are glaring again
I lunge , to be tagged by thorns
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