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I hope that we can breathe just fine
Until you rise again over horizon mine.
I can’t but suffer the sunset,
I bear the freezing frost onset.
It weighs on me, it chills, it breaks my spine.
So cannot wait for you to show,
To heat me up in your great glow,
To let me be a pilgrim to your shrine.
Do Come Back
Thought I was building castles in the air,
Thought it to be a kingdom of some love affair.
Built brick by brick, into the clouds yet another stair.
If bricks were money, then I think I’d be a billionaire.
I’m not a builder, not a king, and not a millionaire,
But all I know is that this thing between us cannot wear and tear.
The thing, the fabric of our lives, I feel it stretching here and there.
It’s all around me, I am rolled inside it, stunned as if it were a snare.
It’s more than love that trapped me, caught me absolutely unaware.
I feel its presence even with you far away, it can be seen from anywhere.
As though it were mature night giving a rise to a full moon with its white flare,
It shines my way, it makes me feel, it lets me see through darkness, bless the glare!
So godlike you are that I’m tempted in your honor to address a prayer.
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