Even the single piece of wood in the fireplace got burnt
And the sermedi lately turned into ash
At night silence you come and run away
And I cannot figure out if you’re a shadow or magic…
Tonight you really got me perturbed
Of thee I was not broken free
One autumn day you flew far away from skies
To be forgotten with the swallows
It has been times I don’t see you
That’s why I missed you
I remind your last image
We casted down and seldom met
And when you didn’t talk to me, the same I did
Melancholia, tired beside this fire
Which warmed the room and lightened my soul
Oh, tonight I slept yearning of you….
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