Aprigliano Agosto
The sun slowly starts to melt into the horizon,
another day ends
another day of your silence.
Night will fall soon,
covering the world with its dark blanket,
hiding the tears.
The long, lonely night will take control.
The pain will be hard to manage.
The cool breeze,
will rock me gently to sleep...
I will wake again tomorrow,
to start another day.
Suffering from your silence.
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