Stucked inside the permafrost
Waiting for someone to defrost
I can feel the presence of crowd
No one can sense me in that shroud
I am like the pebble on the road
Visible but no one cares to load
There is no one with a blazing fire
Who can take me out and dire
Then there is an origin of sunshine
That arises from the soul of mine
I don't know it's cause
It's like covered with gauze
But it evaporates that frost
Now I am ready to rise and embossed.
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