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KNOCKING ON THE DOOR
keeps the promise to remember
somebody, it's a common
phenomenon, distance
between two hearts
increases with
passing the
seasons,
gradually the familiar face becomes
opaque, stale, pale leaves have
no choice, it replaced by new
springers long ago, though
he was lost in illusion of
past, keeping the
memory frame
glued to the
chest !
so just keep some space in the love
for solitude, do not love me too
much that in the twilight of
life I couldn't rise to
open the door,
for stranger
moonlit
emotion, journey of life isn't so easy !
