So tenderly you held me
Smoothly you spoke to me
Couldn’t realize it was odd of someone
To be so dearly
Since no one can be
In a world so cruel
riches oriented
Moment, we bustle
After what we lack
cars, stair compartments
Hard to impede
thousand duties, intolerable burdens.
But still I feel the warmth I felt
Still have the desire
to slow down
to get lost in your asylum
But darling can I ?
Can you stay a while . . .
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