Faraway LongingMan … my man …
Haven’t you know what you’ve done?
Heart’s so cold and longing for warm,
teardrops you see all over hand’s palm.
Sitting on the black sand of the seashore.
Whisper every word from heart so pure.
Winds blowing, reaches you and that is sure.
Longing little by little sadness will soon be cure.
Paint my name on the clouds,rainbows and blue skies
That keeps every teardrop of loneliness dries.
Wonderful smiles of every sunrise
‘til sunset will never fades and dies.
jassr28 26-30, F 1 Jan 24, 2013