Like a song from a distant land, With the familiar evening winds, You come, stir my thoughts, Just to go again.
No signs, no whispers, no words. Your silence is all I have. My loneliness weaves it with words; And that's my poetry.
Your parents fought hard to Settle on a common name for you After your birth. As a compromise your dad Prefixed you secretly after his ex. C...
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