She doesn't have a name
but he follows her
She doesn't smile back
but he holds her hand
She is always tired
and drifting far
but he bend his head slowly
to whisper to her ear
sweetest words
They sail to the East side
when the sun goes West
and sail back West
when the night come
and all the stars whisper
to her ears
"Open your heart,
your lover is here.
Not across this Ocean
not behind this Moon
not across this sky."
Just a small breeze of love
and
the sleeping boy woke up
looking for his love among millions
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