'll meet again somewhere, just walking
on the path of life, do not allow to
extinguish the lamp of votive,
it was a short proximity,
but we have gone
through a long
life, some
floating sand castles, a few emerging
nascent beads, some young
desires; and adolescent
emotions some
mature
nights, a little boon to fruition, the lovely
prevalence of dreams, the drift
further than the imagine,
silk or velvet-feeling
scale, it was love
or friendship, whatever was that amid us,
but that was more than
beautiful - - -
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