If the trees move their fingers with the hymn of the winds, could you stay to watch it? Could you lock your eyes in the heart of the dying tree and tell this mighty entity that “you have been loved without regrets”? The water in the lake creeps up to my lungs and it fills my mouth with sorrow. I can only hope for your actions without any promises; I can only wait. But the dusk will come soon and I will, by then, no longer have the time to speak to you. I am familiar with the anger you host in your heart and I know how my apology will only fall apart before it reaches your ear. I am no foreign in the dark country you live in your head, but I want to share a lamp inside your veins even if you do not let me. If you could only allow me to light a candle in your soul before I leave, then I could sleep in peace. If you would only let me run my dry fingers on your skin, then I would not lose my way to the gates of the blue skies. I wish you would forget about the fire I set and rest beside me. Just before the sunset tonight. And then tomorrow, do not worry, I will leave you be.
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