I can’t sleep. I’m missing something,
It seems, an important part –
From the point that I feel nothing,
It’s the left one, with the heart.
There’s no pain, regret or sorrow…
Same is for a human touch.
From today until tomorrow –
Empty time that seems too much.
Searching, searching, searching, searching…
The whole life’s like a restart.
Where on Earth he may be perching,
My half, the one with the heart?
18.03.2018
Missing Heart
© Copyright: Анна Грудинина Ли, 2018
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