when I saw you for the first time you were a dove on the branches shuddering with the sudden breath of sprite as white as pure snowballs
and………………………………………………………………………I
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days after visiting you reminding me a nightingale on the same branches singing glamorously although comprehensible on some occasions and not very tangible on other times: hovering you upon the sky, upon the roof was enchanting somehow
and..............................................................................................................I
............................................................................................!
later on, a tornado encapsulated the flight of a swallow in habit of severe immigration from the land uneasy to far and far while seeing the branches empty and songs silent tortuous the sight
and..............................................................................................................I
..............................................................................................!
years past and considering those days make me to reproach myself that how wrong I was. only a butterfly sat on our written scriptures for a while never promise to stay a bit longer. Born by spring will be die in winter night,
and............................................................................................................I
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Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 8:58 AM UTC
when I saw you for the first time you were a dove on the branches shuddering with the sudden breath of sprite as white as pure snowballs
and………………………………………………………………………I
.................................................................................................!
days after visiting you reminding me a nightingale on the same branches singing glamorously although comprehensible on some occasions and not very tangible on other times: hovering you upon the sky, upon the roof was enchanting somehow
and..............................................................................................................I
............................................................................................!
later on, a tornado encapsulated the flight of a swallow in habit of severe immigration from the land uneasy to far and far while seeing the branches empty and songs silent tortuous the sight
and..............................................................................................................I
..............................................................................................!
years past and considering those days make me to reproach myself that how wrong I was. only a butterfly sat on our written scriptures for a while never promise to stay a bit longer. Born by spring will be die in winter night,
and............................................................................................................I
..............................................................................................?
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