At three o’clock
I let myself sway,
On your steps,
In which your eyes reveal
My life without fatigue;
Sweat & blood mark
Our survival’s story,
In which a smile can
Relieve us,
From such a mournful glory;
No one can give up a bone when,
Her world needs,
To get nourished;
Broken words emulate
A future’s tear,
Which is about
To become,
A shadow’s nurturer;
I will not give in;
I will not let my hand sleep,
In a numbness without a dream;
From the sunlight,
I hear your voice claiming
For another shift,
In which your feet and mine could
Cross each other,
And dance a golden sea’s melody,
We’ll always hope,
To find out;
From the silence,
I dream of your breath whispering
For a miracle,
In which your fate could
Unmask such a hidden love,
Which has been forgotten
For a long while,
And build a path,
You will never go back;
Strength & patience manifest,
The Eternity in one minute,
Whereas Good & Evil find themselves as lovers,
So,
Let Emptiness smooth your sores;
Let the water refresh such a shady throat.
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