gently through the night
with calls of yearn
for a word of lights
for a sight of agreement.
your refute, my disgrace.
your influx, my wish.
all day, all night
with yearns for sight
an image of hope
but non I found
with never ending bonds
but lonely in attachment
for calls of yearn that never was
in prayer, for request in answers
for what never was, is, and will be.
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