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Fill me.

Missing life. Empty streets. Cold hearts.

Covering your face what you once criticised on stranger's faces.

 

Missing love. Empty hearts. Cold air.

Covering the flowers in your heart, the strings of my guitar.

 

Missing music. Empty stages. Cold rooms.

Covered ears, listening to scary news, not to music anymore.

 

Missing passion. Empty beds. Cold skin.

Covering all lu...

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Rain.

Rain.
I don't like your colour,
Can't hear your noise
Anymore.
You cover streets in winter,
Keep my heart there,
In grey lands.
Let rivers overflow
And my heart sinking 
Into colourless melancholy. 
I want to be
At a sunny place.
I want to feel the golden light
And warmth on my skin.

©️ By Magical whispers 

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