Where do we go when no one follows,
And how to stop if no one come?
I search for something lost and borrowed,
And blue to lighten up the sky.
I end up at the front of a window,
And feel a craving to get in.
There is a face that looks familiar
That I no longer wish to be affiliated with.
The day and night, too, pass unbothered;
The light all gone from tender eyes.
The moon is covered through, but lightning
Sometimes strikes to remind of life.
Vein
© Copyright: Вера Эра, 2025
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