Where Are You
All my poetries are gone.......and now I'm vacant like a desert
Because you are not here.
All my songs are gone...and now I'm soundless like a broken Piano
Because you are not here.
All my hopes are gone.. and now I'm a passenger of Coleridege's ancient mariner.
Because you are not here.
All my pleasures are gone.. and I'm a child who has a broken dollhouse
Because you are not here.
All my fingers are afraid.....and they are restless like the sway-hair of a absent minded virgin.
Because you are not here.
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