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found a sun down there; And there was a moon; They called it that way; Moon; There was a sky; Some bright spots That shone especially in the n..

And then without flowers: Lemon tree, Mandarin tree, Red roses Perfumes and butterflies arms. «What would life be?»

At night The voice of a nightingale could be heard. A faraway! A melancholic chord.

You are like wearing a warm cosy jacket On a harsh cold winter day Your kisses keep me soft And are like a cuddle I wish I had more of you You wa..

Like drops of water on skin. Like the tip of finger, lightly on the neck. Like blank painting, immersed on water With some light rose in it. This ..

I wish fragments were anonymous. Tear up my name. I am way too clumsy. Way too mortal, For their fleeting grace.