Once in a while in the day,
filled with love and life,
yes — it came to start,
with the end of the line of desire,
but the long way to another time.
I guess it wasn’t the right choice;
I wondered through dusk and dawn,
with eyes filled with hope and love,
but the dew of a shack,
and the shame of neglect,
answered only the shadow of time.
And yet the end came with a “yes,”
and I wondered all the dark night;
but the answer came with the truth of none,
and again I wondered, of hate and love —
the beautiful moments of life…
not with the one I got,
but with the one I lost long ago,
in that one moment of love.
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