a distance there is
To find the way to you, my dear,
Set off to fly along this distance
And leave behind this ugly fear.
It feels that we are strangers,
I stretch my hand to touch your face,
This way between is getting bigger -
Each time there's more space.
I stretch again my weakened wings,
I try again be close to you,
But I'm caught by ropes and strings
With no desire to start anew.
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