Where Am I Then Poem by Marko Skott

Where Am I Then



A kiss of love you will have no more
A touch of heart you will feel no more
A look of longing you will see no more
A whisper of soul you will hear no more
Where am I then
In a desert of course, you poor
You are no more

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