Time keeps passing
the days become weeks, the months, years
still i close my eyes and see you next to me
like warm sweet rain falling familiarly from the sky
and my heart stands still like a shadow
stopping the clocks in their movements
and cries for the sun
lost somewhere amongst drifting clouds of memories
to come out and shine life once again
down onto the immeasurable dark land
that separates me from you
but then i ask myself
is it you that i love?
or just a ghost in my mind?
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