All their greetings and " good nights"
become impossible to bear,
Why among dozens men I know
My heart craves you,
Who doesn't care?
Why out of myriad of stars
It's only yours I want to light?
And for ending up in gentle arms
It's the entire world, that I might fight?..
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Author:
Gregoria (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 19th, 2024 03:30
- Category: Love
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