I walk in the passage
I want to reach you
But,
There is a terrifying tunnel
My age is a long mirage
The sorrow inhabits me
My eye is a split river
My arms are bleeding braches
My tears are a stream
Water the trees
My face is a broken sailing
My beaches are crying
For my short life
Where is the dawn of innocence?
And the virgin morning?
And your beautiful face ?
Who broke your soul?
Is it the sick hope ?
I want to swim in your eyes
Although the wave is agitated
The sound of wind is a monster
You and I are creeping
Behind the bells which toll
The time of leaving
The days are staggering in boredom
The sunlight pulse is waning
Along the horizon
The sunset is sobbing
Because of the lost dreams
Because of the lost years .
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