Carefully crafted schemes
Seem to sink like a load
Into an abyss
Of weird anxiety.
Ephemeral excitement
Seems to get extinguished
Like the fluttering flicker
Of a dying match-stick.
Dream of a day
Like a dry leaf
Fails to take off
For, a clumsy evening
From nowhere
Overtakes it
Before the real sunset.
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