My Room Poem by Sarang Mangi
My Room
The windows of my room ache,
from too much silence,
and my mind goes to walk on the blue waters of the pacific,
you and I hand in hand,
Ahhh, how beautiful you still are, in my dream! !
Don't let yourself break my heart,
for it's not mine,
it belongs to someone,
who still not exists…
will not exist,
except in my dream,
where we walk
hand in hand on the blue waters of the pacific.
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