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Jul 2014
I lay on my back, absorbing the warmth.
I dream.

I look up at the sky.
I watch the clouds as they take shape.

I count the sheep,
They are swimming in the heaven's blues.

I think of the times I let my self tear.

I hope that i'm gazing at the same sky as You.
*Insanely ancient poem.*
Yara
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Yara  Kuwait
(Kuwait)   
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