Many moons,
many moons passed,
don't know even why.
You are,
again vivid in my mind.
Why,
I forgot you,
much time before.
But here I am,
calling you,
hoping to hear you,
back.
Silence,
over the many miles,
that keep us apart.
It was good,
until it lasted,
before time went.
I don't know why,
but I sometime hear,
that you call me,
somewhere,
down in my mind,
for no reason,
like just to see each other,
and say hi.
After all,
I need just to know,
that for every cry,
that again,
you'll take out,
a smile then,
will appear.
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About the Creator
The Mager
Just a man in a mission.
Studying nuclear aerospace applications by day,
dreaming in the arts by night,
living in a contrast between me, my dreams and my destiny
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