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Jun 2014
You're the trees dancing softly in the wind.
You're the vibrating string making sound such calming, making me want to drown.
You're the smell of new sheets after a rainy night.
You're my bookstand I'll always reach to.
You're the river of words wrote down carefully on brown paper I'll always look for escape in.
And you're just making me smile.
I love you.
Czarek Kortylewski
Written by
Czarek Kortylewski  Poland
(Poland)   
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