Lone Tree

Lone tree in a desert:
The sun rises and falls,
Yet your shadow remains ever long.

Last Train before Goodbye

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We’re here alone for now

Soon we’ll be going our separate ways

Never to see each other again

It was fun while it lasted

But the end is here, and we both know that

What we have left, we can’t take with us anymore

The last train is almost here

As the sunset makes way for twilight

There are tears in your eyes and heart

As a clock has stopped beating in mine

I will miss you deeply

As you will, too, much already

Hopefully we will meet again

Someday somehow  somewhere

We will.

 

 

I Cry for Paris

I cry

You cry;

We all cry for you, Paris