it always feel like a long walk,
till the time, we start to talk,
what's in me and what in you,
we are a flight with a perfect crew,
you are moderate like the morning dew,
i am an orthodox like an old jew..
walking parrallel till the end,
what should i call it my dear friend,
problems, pain and a lot of tension,
we live together but we dont mention..
its like a matrix without a row,
like a tall peak withot the snow,
it always feel like a long walk,
till the time, we start to talk
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