My Call

I called you over nights and days -
Through burning stars, through empty space,
I called you with my lonely heart,
That couldn't be with your apart.

But far you were to hear its voice -
No any chance, no any choice...
Too far... And couldn't see my soul -
So full with you, that filled me all.

I tried to touch you by my hand -
Too short it was to reach your land...
And silence crushed me like a stone -
My voice had died away for long...


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