Religion of love

In the silence with the goddess of the Night my heart wipes at every twilight Remembering the memories of five years ago piercing the recesses of the soul about longing at the end of the Black ribbon The drizzle of rain seems to come to accompany the longing full of relegion

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Presenting a river that flows increasingly at the bottom of the cheek Storing misery and burying pain Alone remembering that time, which is still imprinted in the memory now, the waves of longing for you again shake the Heart turbulent without direction in an uncertain answer Enlivening the taste as bitter as the coffee grounds that I keep tightly in the quietest corner

The drizzle of rain seems to be a silent witness to the story My longing is only silent in the warmth of the relegion that Shackles until the melody feels so Sad presenting your shadow which turns out to be false