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2012-11-11 | |
My sleep you disturb with images of dreams,
Other times you send me the longing to write.
The words convert into tears,
The mind sprints toward the extended passions.
I am alone with my own life,
On the brunt road with his face changed.
I know, your soul tells that allâ€™s in vain,
O, God, what dark abyss separates us!
And still the love comes,
I donâ€™t know, from the earth, from the sky
Or above the water,
And the uncertain thought
That I see wandering,
Seems like a silk rope which Iâ€™d like to grab.
Sometimes you send me the longing writing,
Other times you disturb my sleep with
Images of dreamâ€¦
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