A thousand miles away,
Racing to get home,
Before the red sun sets.
Anticipating the look,
In your face,
As u cast dreamy eyes,
Upon my farflong visage.
Longing for the sharp pain,
my tender heart feels,
At the sound of your voice.
Dreaming of the softness
mY hand percieves,
As i run shadowy hands ,
across your dream image.
Even though my heart
races faster than my legs,
I pray to see u before
the sun sets.
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