My eyes are weighed downby too much mascara.My conscience feels likea Sisyphean stone.The thermometer of patienceburns furiously.I love you moreWhen I don’t have you near.
With eyes from afar.
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I am a departure…
The old longing has left only pain in my chest. I live a false youth like this. I am a “departure” I have no name. Do not love me! Better this way….
O Dreamy Creature
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…