Aynaki

There’s a song I listened to when I was a teenager…

‘I walk away from you, and our story is more beautiful,
than April’s return,
My one love, no do not cry,
For your tears sculpt into my existence,
I own nothing in this world,
But your eyes, and my tragedy,

Do I travel without you, my night,
Oh shadow of the divine, in my eyes,
My green summer, my sun,
My brightest brightest colors…’

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