Their own sun

No one can see
That nothing changes.
This story’s full of broken hearts.
And it rains. It doesn’t matter –
They’re standing still
With wet cigars.

They can not smoke –
There is no lighter.
There is no one who can lit up.
And at this time,
They’re glad to suffer,
While heavy rain drops off their hats.

Their eyes are closed.
Breath is not stable.
Mind is not here
And voice is numb.
And their life is like a fable –
They’re waiting for
Their own sun.

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