With the wind, neglacting hazard
To the place where the desert
Moans in hopes of meeting someone
Of finally becoming loved one
Saying prayers to the sun,
To those places you can't run.
Because you want to stay with him
To be his life, his home, his dream
The one he'd always come for comforts
To be the one who never suffers
But he is in his heavy thoughts,
He wanders in another world,
He looks at you but sees noone,
And if you call him, he won't come..
You want to leave this place of pain,
To flee, and even change your name,
To go to deserts, even further,
And maybe meet another person,
But you stay here and the reason
Is that your love became your prison.
Cordoba, Argentina, 14.05.2017
With the wind, neglacting hazard...
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