Music is nothing else,
but words sung to a note.
Words that spin stories,
stories I wish I wrote.
About reality.
About you and me.
A smile, a touch,
is all we have now.
I dream of a lot more,
somewhere, somehow.
Will reality be be bent?
From dreams dreamt?
All I want is you,
Because from here it begins.
The words, the stories,
The desire for sins.
My friend, then what is your role?
But the muse that feeds my soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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