A silence, a longing, a struggle,
To get back my balance,
Lost and found, lost and found,
Like my love for you
Hiding in my own heart
Surprising and attacking me,
Attacking my reason,
To follow your steps
Like a faithful disciple
Which my heart is,
But my reason isnt.
Whom should I heed?
Sunday, May 02, 2021
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