Every night descends like a cloud
Bringing thoughts that lay long forgotten
Strange memories, unspoken desires
And a tear rolling gently down my cheek.
The day passes in conversations
As I search for hidden meanings
Signs perhaps that will tell me
What lies behind the clouds.
In this bright sunny land,
I wish for the warmth of winter.
I wish for my heart to lie still
To let me hear the voice of my mind.
Or maybe I wish for the courage
To walk alone on a cluttered path.
What I wish for most,
Is to know what I wish for
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