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Jun 2012
there would be somewhere
I found

a voice, a hand,

a heart

but not just any

these days are useless
now
at least to me

you,

you fly on
gathering speed,

a sail in the wind

I watch
from a soft sad sky

longing,
those forever years...

that never happened

the days
when sun spoke stronger
than anyone;

the light glittering in
your eyes

your hands,
my world

something simple then

lost

in  this tangled web
we weave

under a sky of dreams
Written by
blush
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