legacy

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Knocking on your door,

is all that I could wish for.

But a fragile heart with its broken arms

is unable to relish someone, shovering warm.

Trying to reach this saving shore

is nothing but  feckless running,

I am longing for.

So nothing, no sun and stars

nor rain, my dear

can ease my feelings here

I am floating,

like waves breaching ashore

I am floating, here and right now,

 in front of your door.

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