It is in the mist,
I saw the plane,
leave me behind,
with sadness and longing,
and a banished heart,
in a restless feeling,
who became two apart.
You in the sky,
and me in the night.
With only your shadow
on my wall.
In everytime you leave.
But come what may,
this is love,
who's ribbon is strung
to the wings,
of a propellers drink,
flowing from the pen,
the featherd ink.
Love who feeds,
the candle to light,
leave traces of you only,
in footsteps of arc.
It is rain I saw,
on my window pane,
with music of the wind
in wonderfull melodies,
to become to endear,
the holliness of tears.
Dancing in moonlight.
The power song.
(120 Words)
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