a distance there is

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I need to break the wall between
To find the way to you, my dear,
Set off to fly along this distance
And leave behind this ugly fear.
It feels that we are strangers,
I stretch my hand to touch your face,
This way between is getting bigger -
Each time there's more space.
I stretch again my weakened wings,
I try again be close  to you,
But I'm caught by ropes and strings
With no desire to start anew.