When you are away,
The wall clock chimes its piercing, lonely rhythm
The window gazes back, soft just like your eyes
The breath of the sky remains as deep and blue as ever
Only I become words, feverishly translating your soul
Perhaps you are the winding road, unfolding from a dream I am destined to travel
Before resting at the river's end
Is there truly no haven to hold me here?
You are not among the beautiful rows of blooming petals
How do I seek the sweet trail of your breath?
The night cascades so deeply upon me
Something is swept away, yet your mark on my heart will never fade
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