the long search

When you have nowhere to go, go back to yourself.

Last time...



I.

The tender dew drops

Falling onto the ground

Is all I can hear

Shadow of the night grows

The silence between the drops gets too long to bear

What then was a moment

Now seems like a year…


II.

Last time we met was for the last time we met???

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