That is it
I am alone
And away you and you and with thee
I am free
An icy crystal, I germinate on the tree
O woman
Think of you, think of us, yes you-me
Honestly
Not always I miss you; so most happy
Because
I think you are not you, the you, sorry
Of a past
I recall, full of love, joy or the ecstasy
You killed
Brainwashed innocents a bitter enmity
Forgiving
Has been mine. I’ve forgiven, you see
But never
Seek coming to my bed leave me free
That is it
Nassy Fesharaki
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