The Wild

Tell it to the watchful sun -

Among millions of brilliant stars,

Why take away the one around I spun?

Why send my heart down the couloirs?

The beast named Fate pulls you away;

Your eyes impatience speak with fervor;

Unparalleled beauty can’t make you stay -

All I can beckon is the observer.

Tonight there’s emptiness in my home,

A bed much larger than before.

Knowing there's no end to my sorrow,

I bend in prayers and implore.

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