Everyone is telling me
Never to speak
Last words
Never to proclaim,
With a smile on my lips,
Of how I would
Never regret
My solitary life
They tell me
She will come
A moment before
My soul speaks
Farewell
If only they knew
You have arrived
The twin continent
Of your eyes my refuge
Your smile
Is my sun
My moon
My stars
In daylight or dark
But they do
Not know this
Nor do you
I am damon
I am nomad.
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