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Apr 2016
On an island
in the middle of desert nowhere
nothing but your hand
can reach me

Trees here
they never bloom with leaves
dead as love
that once was new

Endless rivers
veins of purple blood lead
to me but I’m broken
broken heart

For the boy
I was beating in and
the girl I was beating for
split apart

Clouds over
bring the saddest song
of dancing rain
of heavenly light

Thousand miles
to every sides 
there’s only sand and ash
and dust

Yesterday
and all the days before
couldn’t prepare me
for what is now

Silently
I watched him cry
O I would heal myself
but I don’t know how

Thousand miles
to every side
there’s only me dying
and no signs of life

Tomorrow
and all the days after
seem empty and grey
without her love
Jozef Vizdak
Written by
Jozef Vizdak  Prague
(Prague)   
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