VERTIGO

                         The restless vertigo glance
                         gazes into my doubts,
                         touch my tenious self,
                         let the ghost fly.
                         Over the hazy flight
                         leaves my captive heart,
                         in the middle of the night.

                         But the discerning glance
                         like the sparkling sunrise,
                         eases the pain,
                         and returns the sense
                         to the peace loving eyes.

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