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May 2015
When you look at the sky
I wish to rise there as your morning elegance
The soft desire's weather that promises
to color the green fruits of love

Feel me
Feel in every your amazement

Hold me
on your imagination
Can you see me?
I am a tree
I am grass
Feel me
Ata
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Ata
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