There’s something I can’t forget, the fine hair that arose on your temple when I kissed and caressed your hair. There’s something I don’t want to forget, a series of memories drawn in the dark of the nights and on the tips of morning leaves.

Lonely, wounded, but still in love.

Thanks to the sky above that has been joining me singing even though my voice is like the sound of falling trees. Yes,  I am still able to sing again. But, there’s something I should do,  God, please help me,  to get rid of my pain and to free my soul from hate.

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