All alone, I stand waiting for something, I don’t know.
Something to heal my wound, to make me pure;
My moyo throbs wildly under my chest,
As I look at the sky, feel the sun burning.
Cold, my moyo is, still!
Like a lightning from the clear sky, wewe turn up;
And I feel the warmth licking my heart.
My lips tremble with joy, for it was the first time,
Your eyes met mine!
The same eyes, blue eyes, looked into mine yesterday,
And alisema those words which I was not sure, from her lips.
‘Let’s break up!’
And, those eyes broke the contact with mine,
Forever!
With enormous difficulty, came the truth, crashing...
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