domingo, 14 de marzo de 2021

A dream II

I love you like a painting
that I look at in silence.
There's nothing else I could possibly do.

I could never be in that prairie lying,
I could never bathe in that sun.

You hang on the wall,
to most of the days be passed by a quick glance.

To some of the days,
look at you in silence.
Wishing I could be there.

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