Something is close in my heart
What is it? I don’t know
Something is teasing in my soul
What? It is mocking on me.
Sometimes I feel much happiness
Other hand I began to think
Why I disquiet my soreness
A shadow, which always blink
On my head and aching my essence
This gore shivering me at full rank.
A shadow, your shadow of past
At my close eyes, in my dream
You, in my think, write and cast
You are blowing in my nerve and steam.
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