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Walking one day in the park
familiarity became forgotten,
like these wind blown waters,
and this rain isn't from here;
strange, I've touched it before.
The lake isn't so calm anymore.
The grass is bent over;
no one else is here.
The waters seem to speak
in a whisper, I move closer.
I try to reach, I try to touch;
all I can think of is you.
At the other side; my souls
tormented.
The flowers that collapsed
I catch with my arms in dreams.
When I am awake, you are asleep.
The tempest reaches me;
while remembering the empty park,
remembering the missing.
Forever seems this longing,
or is it, will it be.
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