Absence (The madness of Monotony)

Sid Greene

Living Litterateur
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A hot summer’s day
With no wind to play
Only kept is silence
Just staring at a fence
The chime is waiting
As my time is racing
When will it ever start?
The music in our heart
As I beg for the rain
I wish away this pain
The sun is leaving
The moon is arriving
But you never came
This day is the same
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