Again

 

Again

There are some days with rain,
some roads almost blind, with no end,
I wish I could cross them to find you, again.

Branches in stormy weather dancing,
the waves in the ocean crazy, mad, insane.
I wish I could sip bubbles to see you, again.

There is the fever, wounds and scars in flames.
Talking to the reflection of a broken mirror,
I wish I could play the music of your voice, again.

Dark angel’s embrace and my fast heartbeat,
I want to keep them, I want to dive, to find shells and zeal.
But is it real, I wonder? I miss you, I won’t hide …again.

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I hate this time of the year, winter, gray, cold … end of December. I hate that traitor- my heart, just for today …

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“Lost again” by Adam Wicinski

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 © 2010  Broken Sparkles

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