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May 2016
I've dreamed about ourselves
In the golden Dunes:
Bathed in sunshine,
warm under our feet.

But I'm here,
In the Tundra:
Freezed by the hoarfrost,
and it feels desertic.

Cold,
before the rise of the lights.
Nicolas Andrade
Written by
Nicolas Andrade  Brazil
(Brazil)   
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   Lior Gavra
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