Echo
By Christina Rossetti
Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.
O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.
Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again though cold in death:
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low
As long ago, my love, how long ago
Nobody Knows
© Azumi Zaima
Published: May 2016
Nobody knows it's empty,
The smile that I wear.
The real one is left behind in the past
Because I left you there...
Nobody knows I am crying.
They won't even see my tears.
When they think I am laughing,
I wish you were here...
Nobody knows it's painful.
They think that I am strong.
They say it won't kill me,
But I wonder if they are wrong...
Nobody knows I miss you.
They think I am all set free,
But I feel like I am bound with chains,
Trapped in the mystery...
Nobody knows I need you.
They think I can do it on my own,
But they don't know I am crying
When I am all alone...
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