Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Calling your name


You didn't come back
My sky, dark-circled with winds
In the midst of smoky clouds
I am calling you
The sound is losing its sharpness
In the middle of the thunders
I hear them
Are these your footsteps?
Sounds appear as mountains
Where’d I go from this time and place!
I wish my sky could run into you,
From where you walked away
And never came back
What’d I do in this deserted moment and space?
Except to call your name

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