E s very possible, is perhaps o. .. a maybe ... I do not know, only that the restraint of words are sometimes what is not ...
still I like to breathe, feel,
and let these awaken each syllable
conquered what is being hidden internally .....
it's hard, trying to translate what they left in me of "you"
is that it is difficult to close your eyes and not feel
but ... more difficult is to leave quietly if your breath is my life ....
M not hurt my soul as silence,
nostalgia is only a memory serene,
which ivy that winds through my body, soft fragrance
and soak the rose,
where golden light this quiet morning,
feelings are lost in your eyes ...
E s obvious that I'm thinking of "you",
only "you" fill my jam be no sour
just "your" presence to my heart is enough,
only "you" know how to breathe my nostalgia ,
only "you" know how it slips a tear down my face,
only "your" you know what color my lake when the bright moon light,
only "you" without haste and without pause know how my skin is a burning flame,
only "you" are which is based on my words, which is immersed in my waters,
that makes my life shine with the light of the present ....
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