I'm passing you, I'm crying
And I don't see you, I'm looking for you,
And I always say to myself
That I don't have time to brag.
Just let me tell you how I feel,
And what I have in my soul
That my mind is empty
With tears, I think.
And shake my hand
A happy altar,
Which flows in the soul
With pain and gift.
But I beg you in my mind
See you again
Let me see your beautiful face
And the wonderful skin ...
Face down.
JohnBaic 2020
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