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Sep 2017
One of those nights,
your breath goes away,
your thoughts lost in the breath,
only the past is waving you
with a warm wind
only you can feel it,
only you can let that wind pass through you.

and once again, you see the bright
yellow moon hanging
on the tenderness of the blue sky.
It's a vicious circle of life,
Will you endure it?
Hristy
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Hristy  22/F/Republic of Macedonia
(22/F/Republic of Macedonia)   
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