When night time comes and heat is gone
And all you see is him alone
It's than when you just realise
That it's the time, and there's the right.
He takes your hand, and you forget
All that you had is just a mass
Of things and thoughts and nothing's worth
The time you spend in his alcove.
The moon will whisper with the wind
And you will hear cicada sing.
The verse that blows away all fear,
And leaves you open and sincere.
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© Copyright: Катя Санчез, 2010
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