Sunday, 6 September 2009

Unspoken Words

A feeling of completeness overwhelmed me.
It was so peaceful.

Everything started to make sense.

I did not want the night to end,
Nor did I want to say goodbye,

But we had our own obligations.

Storms have begun to brew above the North Sea.
I am breaking as the sky is roaring,
And the wind blowing.

I wish I could touch it,
Instead I can only feel it.
But it is not enough.

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