Harder to predict that the temperature.
Lime in the eyes of time.
Rosy red with regret.
The days pass by
While I'm still living my life.
With or with out
Eyes open to more than the clouded sky.
Gripping bricks older
Much stronger. Climbing.
Although tiring, inspiring.
It always leaves you further than before.
Above it all is where you will find me.
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