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I waited for you brother day and night within the shadows among the tents I prayed for your return. Then they brought you from the field you were calm like the desert sands. A silhouette so delicate and calm to
In the morning of summer, when life was lonely Sitting beneath the trees, and thinking about you My heart, my heart is lonely Still don’t realize you left me lonely In the morning of summer, when life was lonely Remembering
Lost under the spell you cast on me, Torment me with what was never meant to be, Don’t you see what I see It’s just that you love me. You’re beautiful,you’re mind is pure To a disease named love you’re
My Father I see her in front of me, but not for long, she Leaves without a Word or goodbye, Disappears into her own brutal Darkness, NEVER seeming to plan to return, a deluded life I lived now shattered IN
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1 Comment on "Summer Is Late, My Heart"
@lemmy_caution, the heart will find threads of love where to cling to. At times, these are only what will be left.