The burning of the lamp, the flickering of the light, the swaying of the flame, the warmth in the air, and then your face, the darkness seems like a distant dream to me, and yet this heart is thirsty, fearful of the rain falling outside, and the flowers that will blossom tomorrow morning, the leaves that will be greener than before, and in that feast of life that awaits outside, we will not be alone, we will not be just for ourselves, at each other’s side, and that keeps me up whole night, and makes me write…

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