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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Shattered in pieces Over the cold dark floor Lays like a broken glass Red pieces of my broken heart I had it broken many times before And m...
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