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Poetry News Post #4929

My dear son

Written by: Eminent Master Siduri Azagnanna, the Phantom Asp
Date: Tuesday, August 25th, 2015
Addressed to: Observer Judah Azagnanna


Tonight my little youth
My child, my little love
Tonight it rains over the house
My child, my little love
How you look like her!
We stay together
We'll play together
We're here together
Alone

Tonight she's not coming back
I don't remember, I don't know
Maybe she'll write at daybreak
We'll receive it by crow
I'll light up a fire
No sadness anymore
We're here together
Alone

Wait, I know some stories
Once upon a time
It's raining in my memories
I think, don't cry again
Wait, I know some stories
But it's a little cold tonight
A story of people in love
A story of people in love

You'll see
Don't leave for there
Don't leave me here

I don't know how anymore
My child, my little love
I cannot do much more
My child, my little love
How you look like her!
We're here together
Lost among matters
In these empty quarters
Alone

We'll play games of war
And then you'll slumber
Tonight, she won't be here
I don't remember, I don't know
Oh how I hate winter
The fire has gone out
And nothing to carry out
Besides playing together
Alone

Wait, I know some stories
Once upon a time
I no longer have memories
I think, don't cry again
Wait, I know some stories
But it's a little late tonight
A story of people who loved
And played the game of war

Listen to me
She's gone away
No, don't cry!

My dear son

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Sarapin, in the year 692 AF.


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