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Mar 5
In the first light
I part the sleepy haze
Searching for you
Even though
Youโ€™re long gone
Not even your scent
Calling your name
And only hearing
The echo
Of my own voice

In the last light
I massage my limbs
Which ache from another day
Of climbing
But never quite reaching
The peak
To see from a distance
Where you have hidden
So I retreat again
Into the hollow
Of sleep
Written by
Tran Thuy Anh
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