Tell her
Tell her i am not coming home any soon
Tell her these words tenderly
As tender as silver of a young shiny moon.
Tell her i know everything
Tell her i know how much love she could give
Tell her that i am broken wing
Of a mockingbird spirit who has not much to live.
Tell do not be afraid
Tell her do not share the tears of her cry
Tell her if she feels betrayed
I'll return as the sunlight only after i die.
9.4.2012.
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