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Poetry of Witness, Falastine - I Wish

I Wish

I wish I can call you with the names I love
Whisper in your ears the words of destiny
I wish
The sacred will waste the walls of ice between
And paradise becomes again ever green.

I wish I had more moons to light the nights
More stars to fall with
More patience to kiss the dawn goodbye
More roses around the room to smell
I wish I heard the sound of that vague bell
I wish there was any language or words to tell
I wish