Memory On My Palm Track
You never wanted me to write to you, you never spoke about feeling
Avoided certain romanticism, as life means a harder way of dealing.
I was observing all the rainbow colors of those indeed unspoken words,
Within my reach, a pure light was glowing, with a solely unsaid verse.
When I see my face in your eyes, I feel that I should die there, once and for all
Only to hear the sound of silence, only to perceive the almost faded surreal call
Like my childhood, I was hiding behind the dark corner of the bedroom rack
Where prayer beads are still glowing, long forgotten memory on my palm track.
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