Short movie with fog

The melancholy spreads its veils
Over the barren trees
Cinematic, the fog moves slowly
The earth is muted and
The silence takes the form of the glasses
The fractured time would do anything
To glue its shards back but
The splinters of the luscious and velvety
Fabric break through the time warp
And continuosly chew the elusive dream
The fog pushes its vapours away from my window
The barren trees are dripping sadness
From all their branches
Cinematic, I implode and as a dust particle
I join the seas of melancholy
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