Why do not you see me, again from same
At first glance, the same curiosity, the
desire to hurt, silent running
saws of the eye, and micro-
particles of impulse,
far in the air
floating
passion, again look at me; in the same
the way that life would again be
scattered, like flying
flamboyant
flowers,
too far away, just near the multi-colored
horizon, galaxy again emerged,
asking for your home address,
adornment of sky wait
for you, on the wet
eyelids, why
not
decorate new dreams, that life is so
beautiful my beloved friend,
then look at me; the
lost spring
desires
to return again, to touch you, to love you, to
feel you, just like first glance - -
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