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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝐈f you don't find the sun at noon, because the clouds are a barrier. If tonight you don't find the city and park lights shining, because you're not by my side. The light of the city that has been abandoned for a long time, has now called home. I hope you do too, after a long adventure Come back to the arms alone, my dear. My longing gripped silent in thought. The twinkling night lights did not make him smile cheerfully. My longing gripped silently in my mind. Silently he buried himself and put up a tombstone. In the nameless deserted field, in a tired body covered in sweat of love, I rested my longing on the foot of the tree and the caress of the wind.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝐋et me still be me, and let this field be my lonely place running after its own longing. What's more beautiful than silence, when I'm alone, and suddenly poetry comes tearing through my head, bringing out all wounds. How are you injured, are you still neatly tucked away in a fake smile. Love opens an umbrella for us, protects longing from the pain that is rained down by time. Someday there will be a season, where we miss the sound of rain, wet wind, and hugs under one umbrella.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝐈f you don't find the sun at noon, because the clouds are a barrier. If tonight you don't find the city and park lights shining, because you're not by my side. The light of the city that has been abandoned for a long time, has now called home. I hope you do too, after a long adventure Come back to the arms alone, my dear. My longing gripped silent in thought. The twinkling night lights did not make him smile cheerfully. My longing gripped silently in my mind. Silently he buried himself and put up a tombstone. In the nameless deserted field, in a tired body covered in sweat of love, I rested my longing on the foot of the tree and the caress of the wind.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝐋et me still be me, and let this field be my lonely place running after its own longing. What's more beautiful than silence, when I'm alone, and suddenly poetry comes tearing through my head, bringing out all wounds. How are you injured, are you still neatly tucked away in a fake smile. Love opens an umbrella for us, protects longing from the pain that is rained down by time. Someday there will be a season, where we miss the sound of rain, wet wind, and hugs under one umbrella.
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