We sit here on open grass,
With silence as our main task.
Together,
Neither refuses to leave.
The sun gleams,
Clouds come with shadow beams.
Light,
Where have you gone in this plight?
Anger is now forgotten,
Replaced with ridicule of the imagination.
We know for too well mistakes caused in anger.
Left us relinquished almost forever.
We sit here on open grass,
Oh how I wish talking was our main task.
For my heart longs for your words.
My eyes care for your touch.
When will you be here?
I need you so much, my dear.
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