Today
I hear a cry from distance,
She
is crying in a blow entwined in love and in necessity,
And
she is in need of something
that gives her a survival that brings tears,
that gives her a survival that brings tears,
And
she pours some needs of the moment to live
While
she is delivering her love in hoarse situation,
And
she needs some money to hold a brief journey,
To
see her partner, that she cannot afford from her source,
And
she takes a break, with tears on her eyes,
She
is liking a dimly gesture to live in solitude,
Her
throat is soaked in conversation and expression,
The
time is not ripe to have a meeting with her love,
A
despair flows in her mind from the stillness of clouds.
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