when the night has just stepped inI have awakened to the feels of my heart
it says
darling can't you tel me where my love reside
I do not understand
what my heart really wants
I know it will start fighting with my brain
as it has only that option
when a reply doesn't come
and my dummy brain
it simply puts me in distorted shape
I make sand dunes
and ask my heart
look !! how sweet and beautiful they are
it plays with them
quite often with too devoted sense of the nerves
a wind comes
and my sand dunes suddenly disappear
my heart asks again
where is my love
I simply fail to understand
how many times
I can afford to make
sand dunes
as I am too sick of making my heart get pleased
but I do ask myself
who I am
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