Drawing the straight line

Drawing the straight line

I told you it will come a time
when you'll watch with sadness
the straight horizon line.
And you will search for me
in the soft breeze of the wind,
in an old whispered word,
in a present hearthbeat,
In the familiar horizon.

I told you it will come a time
when I'll draw the line
and I'll move on.
And you will search for me
in the soft breeze of the wind,
in an old whispered word,
in a lonely hearthbeat,
in the estranged horizon.

 


Now, I've drawn the line.
It hurt before drawing it.
And... the pain stayed. Straight.
And intensified.
Every day a thousand times.





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