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I talk to the sun about you
I ask the moon what you're thinking
I beg the stars to line themselves up,
in hopes of them leading me to you
The wind sounds just like your laugh
The rivers and lakes sing with your voice
When the clouds blur the night sky and all ends in the dark, I frantically look for the singular beacon of undisturbed light
It all comes back to me being too far away
I asked the sun about you
I told the moon to pass my thoughts to you
I begged the stars to line themselves up
They couldn't hear me, just like you couldn't
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Mélange
PuisiCollection of literature by one author. - All written by me - Update whenever I can. Warning: This might be an endless journey.
