Our love is waiting by the century
Just standing there with no warmth
Wanting to free itself from the cage
But hearts made of steel and we’ve got no keys
Time can reduce everything and anything
Your feeling knows nothing but the pain
Hands reaching out to somewhere in the dark
And we listen to our voice shouting at each other
In the dim light
Your shadow is closing
Sitting in vain on a passage dawn
Yearning everything to fate
More than your pure love
Less than our spiteful hatred
I took the best out of your chair
To see, if it can take me to somewhere
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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