

LongingWhen the sun kisses the horizon, and you are out of my reach My heart beats the gloom Anxiety and loneliness Cold breeze hugs my body Like dew drops forms on leaves Tears like river down my face Never ceases to embrace When the night comes Sadness grips and rips my soul Like talons of death I am on its disarrayed control All I hear is silence And the sad songs of the nightingale With them, they bring pain Tears I can not conceal When the crimson sky comes And the sun starts the day YLonging
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this is what boredom can do.
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walking a fine line between paganism and christianity...
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walking a fine line between paganism and christianity...
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