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Sep 2017
The stones come up as water fills
As time passes,
you fill my mind more often

It doesn't make sense, does it?
Thinking of you, savoring the little moments we had
Everything is a lie, a dream, a memory etched forever in me

Where will I run away from you?
There is nothing stopping me from forgetting you
Then, what is it?

Is it because you're an angel I've never seen before?
A beautiful man, so perfect, so full, and so far
The picture from God's hands, painted to perfection

A little music plays, the screen rolls down and we dance
In my mind,
I conduct a play for Us

We dance on the moon, among the trees, in the pool
We marry,
and still dance in the terrace of the honeymoon villa  

Then I smile, and open my eyes
Now don't embrace yourself
I can close my eyes anytime, to restart our play...
Annie Cynthia
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Annie Cynthia  24/F/India
(24/F/India)   
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