Suaveh’s Speculations

If I may see the diamonds behind those frames…

yet a wall of air divides.

Most scenes just with calling out one’s names…

Then back to each one’s lives.

The lines so small, and small they are…

That’s how the verses stay.

No shots, no sights, no pen, no words…

Yet songs for you I play.

And parting moons they now appear…

I wonder what could have been.

Could it still be, now or next year…

Or stay the same by each one’s fear…

That we may never be as near…

My thoughts of you…

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