As We Know | Poem

I remember a humble touch,

When my soul smiles bright than stars,

When you don’t seen away of death,

I know where I am seeking,

The place where you don’t fall.

Liebe, days or years you take,

She will come for us to claim,

Before that night, let’s know more

What we miss in simple life of pain

As we know it.



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