Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
I hear a tiny voice
That comes and go
With the wind
And I realize that is your soul
Whispering feelings
On my ear...
Come...hold my hand
And close your eyes
Stop whispering
And lets walk...
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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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