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.
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Out to the world I went It was a beautiful summer Spring like day My backyard needed some care and, Unlike other days, I was ready to work...
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