
I know Mountians won’t be mountain,
If there’s no one to climb it,
River won’t be rivers,
If it has no fishes,
So it’s how I feel,
When I am way from you.
As I wandered Into the lands of strange cities, Where Loneliness of emptiness Is felt through Grey bottles of brew beers, left unsold.
I know I’ve been away,
Away from the world of recognition,
Away from you, my dama.
In my attempts to search for green pastures, For the sake of our futures,
Not to be befall by unprecedented rapture.
I’ve been away from you,
Away from our time clocks,
The time clock of our memories,
Yet it’s hidden in my heart,
To replay in my head, all round.
How can I live without you my Prisca dama.
You will remain my forever lover,
For I shall come to get you,
To rewrite the beautiful memoirs of souls, To heal your lost hope, and rebuild our home.
I loves you very much.
Home I come

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