Like a dry leaf the sound
Like a cold ice the touch
Like a fresh Lily the smell
I beg to feel these again
Like a love letter the read
Like a sweet tooth the pain
Like a quiet room the silence
I long to hear these again
Dry leaves and Love letters
Cold ice and sweet teeth
Fresh Lilies and the silence
I cant see, I cant hear, I cant talk
I am longing for the day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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