I'm talking to you but you're not listening.
Who am I? I was once called by the name Gaia and will be soon again.
It feels like every day is a better day
a day to get awash by the purifying rain,
to get burn by the fire
to see the moon set for the last time.
Every love is sacred above Joy
You look at me with your eyes looking at fiery red autumn leaves. The sparkles of spring is long gone from your deep eyes. I'm no more than a burden to you but you know only winter will follow me.
The warmth have never left me but you dressing up for the storm, my sun can't touche you now, you can't feel it's embrace, you can't feel the warmth of it's touch.
Too bad for you but your raincoat won't protect you from the cold.
You hear my words, you think you see the prophecy, but the loudness of my voice blinds thou,
hear thou not the woodpeckers echoing song.
The evening will fall, darkness is upon us. Head my warning the climate won't lead you. You won't be alone, the road is before you and my feelings behind you.
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