Standing at the end tomb
Seeing a shadow of you
With a tiny stature coming to me
Thirsty for a hug but the distance is too long
Wishing to feel the softness of your skin but nature doesn't allow us
Why
You exit into the land beyond the seas
Now Quist and parchment are my new pals
Mating them to conjoin words of emotions to you
©nanabhessy
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