accompany me sorrows
her silent images searching
love I call it
or look I must for else
or is it just unreal
love so colourful
with me like a shadow
whispering softly in my ears
why impatient
wanting to speak
or wanted to hear from me
desires of unknown in the tones of love
that I wanted to hear
breathless my heart
untrustingly
was it in love or
about to be in love
spreading its hues
tied up together
half mutely
partly silent
impatiently
was it love
or was love about to happen
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