I'm lingering in the dark
waiting for light, waiting for you;
the minutes feel like hours and the
hours feel like days.
I'm not alone, i can hear the cries of
men and women in this place.
They cry for their lovers.
Can you hear me crying?
It's been years and i've become
a part of this place, it feels like home,
home is where your heart is
and mine is in darkness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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