It’s the dark, it’s the light,
It’s the tight hug in a cold night.

It’s the wrong, with the right,
The pretty words I’ll never write.

It’s the sea, it’s the moon,
The loneliness of a crowded room.

It’s the essence of the poetry,
The most innocent and sweet feeling.

The beggining, and the end,
The much I wish I could hold your hand.

It’s the never, and the forever,
All the dreams where I find us together…


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