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The bed became spacious
The bed became spacious
Cold
Impersonal
I can’t sleep alone
The violin penetrates my senses
Cold dawn
Your picture in the frame
Hides
Behind the curtain
A faint smile
Touched by the brush
Shows loneliness
Absence
Distance
Who would have thought?
Na innocent girl
Becomes a woman
Leaves me
Escapes from me
No return date
A kiss without farewell.
Murillo Kollek
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Cold
Impersonal
I can’t sleep alone
The violin penetrates my senses
Cold dawn
Your picture in the frame
Hides
Behind the curtain
A faint smile
Touched by the brush
Shows loneliness
Absence
Distance
Who would have thought?
Na innocent girl
Becomes a woman
Leaves me
Escapes from me
No return date
A kiss without farewell.
Murillo Kollek
© All Rights Reserved
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