You tried to find the moon,
the wind, the lake, the birds in my poems, but you couldn't find even these
In this narrow, dark world where I live, there's nothing
Where can I find what's missing?
Where can I find it?
The sun will rise again in the morning,
The flowers will bloom again,
where you and I will meet
The birds will return to their nests in the evening,
You too will come to hide me in your embrace
But you don't know,
how afraid I have become of the morning light
Every morning makes me weak,
I am filled with distrust
Whether this distrust is towards me
or towards you, I don't know
With the dawn, I start waiting for the evening
when you will return on a golden evening
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 😊🙏 @vikbuddy
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