Carrying the pain of lonliness,
from north to south,
West to east.
Imagining the possibility of a compatible companion.
Just better fantacised than hope.
Generating a believe of togetherness,
Never mounting any Pressure on Nature
But believing that I will be together with love,
Someday, somehow, somewhere.
Just the Pain, uncontrollable and unbearable.
In the Pace of life,
I cry on. But the believe is just ok for me,
I'll meet, meet the concernable tree of value,
That will place a smile on my face. I know, I believe.
We'll meet to, and together we'll remain.
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