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This small house
may have empty white rooms,
and lazy floors of graphite.

Still the anguished Sun cannot burn us,
the weeping clouds cannot drown us
if we stay inside, together,
instead of gazing at the lingering dust.

There may be no food, no water
still we will survive breathing immortal air
fresh everytime as embracing rainbows.

If you don't sense me near,
know that I am out for something
to bring for my only home.
And in your absence,
I hope that you will come back
before I sleep, with your smell.

This life is not very long
that we would spend it wandering
in search of one another,
in drawing rooms or in streets.

But rather, we shall live, caring our home
even if we are alone
as it's nothing but our living dream!

Dreamt in the hues of our hands
when they first met
and living in the layers of eyes
since they last met.


Sim