20: 48 Poem by Robert Udrea

It's when my wings we're naturally
falling to no end, but all at once,
I felt that tumble like a dagger
in my burdened, weeping heart,
The sound of you, spreading in the sky
traced one Ursa Major in my mind,
The fear wasn't completely gone,
i stood up, even so, I was the man
To bind a grieving to a guiltless heart,
It's twenty forty eight once more
another wink of now, my weary dreams
Go faint, how can we really survive?
as time will never learn to stop,
I want to hear your voice again, but
twenty forty eight will never be alike.