Young poet who can not sleep.
Rest your head in your words, spill the sadness in each verse.
Young poet hurts to feel the world around them, their war started, your war ended.
Young poet believes in every disturbance, each tremble in your heart will guide your hands.
Kiss me in the darkest night
Touch me with your sad poems and make your pen bleed for me until everything is finished.
And make your pen bleed for me until everything has started.
Young poet who sees pass the time, the sun and moon,
anger and calm,
anger and calm.
Young poet who loves life, rest your soul and come back tomorrow, and come back tomorrow.
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