Broken Nights

How much muscles
I weigh to my understanding
The cure to my bony wish
I always lag behind in opting
An extra beat of my heart

What stands truly as branches
With leaves sucking up light rays
The stretching of handful prayers
I always seluth those parched leaves
That falls down like forgotten waves

Whom are they catching up in flights
In the night of forest gloom
The firebeetles glowing glands
I always keep an extra wing
To fix my broken nights

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