The wind made any attempt of escaping impossible
I’m achieving a fall
and though you know I yearn for your return.
You refuse to tell me what season you are in.
Night comes
not one light reflects off the water,
but the reflection of what I had done
still sat on the waves.
The darkness wouldn’t let me see but
I could feel you were further than the horizon.
Even with the echo of your voice
I didn’t know which direction to run in.
I just want to know if there’s a way because
know if you find that door,
being stuck here would become a dream.
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..sure?
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