Bus did not stop at my station
It passed me through
A woman of orange color
With white hat and black dress
Asked for address, gazing in opposite direction
Gusty wind with no rain
Dark cloud of barren nature
Over shadowed me and the woman
In lust of fire and drought
Looked over the field of my vision
The address you are looking for
Is somewhere beyond me
Lost in the past with no future, no presence
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