The night is a refugee

 

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Light behind the palace 

the last of springtime 

we are so close to 

the solstice time 

I try to recover 

but it is hard 

to understand always 

where the strength lies 

The new summer is close to my skin 

but it is so far from my eyes 

The doors of the summer 

are going to be open 

While the light uncovers 

all the mistakes 

It’s a play of power 

and also of weakness 

the night is a refugee 

during this time 

I have no lover 

this is a crime 

I don’t believe that 

I am so right 

It is a murder 

against myself 

but it prevents me 

to stay so bad 

The new summer is close to my skin 

but it is so far from my eyes 

The doors of the summer 

are going to be open 

While the light uncovers 

all the mistakes 

It’s a play of power 

and also of weakness 

the night is a refugee 

during this time