Every night I stand
All alone, on the top of the hills of paro
And let the silence wash over me.
The cool autumn breeze blows
...
It’s the season of heartbreak,
The leaves of trust are falling down
From the tree of love…
I try to catch but I can’t get it all
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As night sets in so does the un-dying sorrows
Welling up inside my heart...
I tell myself that I will be OK
But deep inside I know that
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If questions would make us
Go apart…
I would swear thee
I will never ask one
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she sits majestically like the butterfly on a rose
her rosy lips perched up
and her crimson cheek
radiating the rays of true beauty.
...
Hot tears running down the cheek
Pillows wet and cold
With fear.
Torn pictures
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