The gates of peachy sky will open
And close despite me holding breath
These bare trees are like an omen
That days of cold will be my wrath
I do breath in and do breath out
I have so much to think about
So much to pray for on my knees
These lights of towers in the distance
The moon is looming faraway
I need the power and persistence
Just to maintain the current way
The yellow of the fall embracing
My ship that has no pier to stay
These shallows of the night it's facing
Will force me quite a price to pay
The gates of peachy sky
© Copyright: Александр Филиус Солис Сычёв, 2026
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