Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Sometimes I feel you are gone
Then I heard you voice again
I feel you like if you were here
I hear your voice
I sense your smell
And i close my eyes
And think you again...
Sometimes...only sometimes.
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His imagination created the life as you see it The beauty of a sky, the powerful rivers, the serenity of lakes...the tall grass, the breath...
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