The dark of night
The dying lights
the endless fights
of lonely nights
Yet here you lay
right next to me
yet here I lay
across endless sea
You are so close
but I'm far away
What my mind has chose
is not what I'd say
but chosen it has
against my own will
my mind is restless
never still.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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