Long-lost Tunes

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In the echo of forgotten melodies
I long for your voice.

That chirpiness of a fresh Spring morning
When the glimmers of the Sun fall on frosty mountains
And nature awakens to another day of its celebrated glory.

My mind shuts itself to escape the tune of loneliness
The constant chatter, the mindless rant of the crowd
And the sound of the thumping heart inside my chest.

I crave your voice, your warm breaths on my bare shoulder
And the rhythm of your moans.