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Jan 2014
Can you whistle to the winds for me?
Can you caress the dark recesses of the night as you would caress me?
Can you whisper to the sky, whisper what is to conspire?
Do this for me, while i wait for them to carry it on to me...
I pray to whatever Gods there may be,
to unite the two of us again.
Perhaps they'll heed my prayer,
Perhaps they'll heed your smile?
So, can you sing to the winds for me?
Can you caress the dark recesses of the night as you would caress me?
Can you whisper to the sky, whisper what is to conspire, between you and me?
Do this for me, while i wait for them to carry it on to me...
For now that you have caught my heart,
It can only pray for you.
You, this word holds new meaning for me,
for it sort of defines you.
Words, my only allies till now,
Suddenly betray me in front of you.
For it is in your absence that I remember how to breathe,
But it is in your absence that each breath turns painful.
This maybe too much to ask of you, yet,
Can you whistle to the winds for me?
Can you caress the dark recesses of the night as you would caress me?
Can you whisper to the sky, whisper what is to conspire?
Do this for me, while i wait for them to carry it on to me...
Atlas Rover
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Atlas Rover
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