Prevail again, only once more, I say-
will you return to me, my only one?
I am the adret and you are the sun;
won’t you retouch the sky, make it a day?
All my words- they come to naught as I pray,
so I stand forlorn, flowerets undone
and I wait for you and me to just run,
but there’s nothing that will push me today.
I am frozen but yet unbroken, come!
This tilt towards you is ‘hope’ beseeching.
I am taken but yet unshaken, come!
This guilt, this pain; you should be reaching.
I cannot exist thus forsaken, come!
What for is the dark, when it isn't teaching?
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