While quietness of solitude conquers me,
A lost yearning,
Tweaks a string of violin at my ears;
Yearning to hear your voice.
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Alone, I must stand.
Please, don’t ask to hold my hand.
Understand?
This is the end,
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Star looked from sky at fish on beach.
Light fell on sand, and made a screech,
“A cruel wave has signed her dead.
Why did she leave a safe sea bed?
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Dreams.
Every time, when I look at the window,
Across the stretched curtains of solitude,
Your face gleams.
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I love my Creator,
But I hate Hell.
It makes me scared of Him.
“Isn’t it against His mercies? ”,
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My soul mate!
Don’t ask about my (deflowered) dreams;
My false, hollow and coward dreams.
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The more this night gets dark and deep,
The more these eyes have pledged to weep,
Jump turns to fly, crawl grows to leap.
But price of all is never cheap.
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Her room was like a library,
I found her among the books.
Big glasses, bungled dress and hairs,
Philosopher by her looks.
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She asked, “Hey, do you love me? ”
I wished, but spoke a lie.
I turned, “It’s just a friendship.”
But my heart had a cry.
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