change

Sometimes i think,
i like to change.
To change these days.
To change the sky.
To give him,
all your thoughts.
To make him blue!
To give him,
all your words.
To make him happy!
To give him,
all your touch.
To make him alive!

Sometimes i think,
i like to change.
I like to be your sky.
I like to be.
The reason,
of your smile.
The reason,
of your touch.
The reason,
of your silence.

And
i stand before.
Something,
which is changing me.
which is telling me.
The reason of love
The reason of my live.

I
like to change with you.
Tell me.
Touch me.
Feel me.
See me.
Believe me.
Let me be your sky.

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