the morning comes
and caresses your face
and I hold your name along my days
I swear to the sun
of the love I slipped in your dream
I did it with my life at stake
cold wind keeps telling me
a hope of love is a seed of devotion
let the air slip into her heart
and whisper this along her veins
shall I wait or bury this feeling
in the sea of rain?
the morning smiles at me, whispering:
"doubt you shall not be"
then I paint her face
on my morning pane
it never fades
Jogja, 8 Nov 2018
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it's already late, my love the dusk is left behind you find no more songs of birds so soft let's set courses in the hallows of mi...
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the morning comes and caresses your face and I hold your name along my days I swear to the sun of the love I slipped in your dream I di...
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now heaven has the rain to share the aroma of anxiety fills the air soon words of hell pour this land as the arena of wordy fists on hand...
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