Saturday, July 21, 2012

The Long Boredom


Silently, silently in the night
What am I doing?
Lying on my bed
I can only see the moon
Through my pan
You are far
but still warms me.
Now the moon has slowly moved behind the clouds
Leaving me alone, alone
How can be the night?
No night, no night
No evening, no evening
I am dying
When it comes every time
Thinking of visions
The faces of you
On my bed.
Show me the moon again.

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