In the sanity of solitude,
I reflect on what might have been.
This dull life of mine
would have worn your colors
and my existence would have embraced your scent.
In the dreams of my desires,
I wonder if ever
the picture would look the same.
In the safety of solitude,
I lock my dreams away.
(2004)
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