because my eyes tear your absence,
and unconsciousness do not cry
be sea in your wheat,
your memory is not erased my years
not stop my feeling cold,
of your seed lost in the mud
where your soul belongs to others beats
miserable thieves in your love,
missing a love like mine
cruel to sell travel in your world,
just remember wandering heart
our souls are a beat
they do not understand
this separation meaningless.
Author: Arwen ©
This poem was written: 05-2010.
Author: Arwen ©
This poem was written: 05-2010.
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