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Angel Nielo Feb 2017
She recognized him
They've met before
In another time
A distinct milieu

His voice is like a
Piece of music
A melody fondling
Her old soul

Words serenading
Her existence
She could listen
To him forever

Her solicitude
Rise up like waves
As it pounds
Into the shore

And just like the waves
Promises the shore
She will never leave
Without coming back

— The End —