Thoughts of you, hit me furiously,
Maybe forever, one after another,
If such blows were on my body,
It's blood would have changed colour.
Push a mind,
So far away,
Eventually it will find,
It's place to stay.
Someday, when there's nothing more to think,
And eyes will stop to blink.
Thoughts of you will tire itself through,
And my mind will find it's colour true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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