Lonely man in silent room is whispering her song
still hears her singing,
"ain't no sunshine when she gone".
waiting is so long.
Full moon is appearing as afternoon is disapearing.
Storm is coming as his heart is one with mind.
He makes flashes for her lightning,
silence after thunder,
strong sounds for her owling wind.
Should he let her go,
because of too much love ?
Her freedom will be taken
his heart will be lost.
Reflection of myself: Whole world has a chance to dance. I need a drink to think. To forget the remaining time.
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