Missing
eight years.
you never came back.
not even a card.
sleepless nights.
dreaming of you.
waking up alone.
troubled.
forever disconsolate,
sprout of longing.
Poetry by ZARIFE DEMIR
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Written on 2010-01-19 at 16:54
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