by Sive Klaas   May 5, 2017

As a cloud that wanders and floats over
Seas and hills.
Dry winds that blow with sultry sun
And leaves so dry.

Solitude,assassinate the soul.
The clocks, so hasteless,time and time
The soul dies.

Again and again, we crap - we often lose.
The telephone calls we make, have made
No difference.
Only: a lesson of dialogue.

If I die tonight; oh, my love would be stoned.
And no more love would reach out for you.
My love for you is the sky.
So broad,green and blue.

But, still - I cant reach out for you.
Aloneness, kills my soul. And I wonder
About you.
But if I die tonight, your arms
Would be guilty.


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