Poem

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through the fluid cold

time drips its frozen grains,

souls bear spiralling conches,

words collide the milky walls.

as the green-blue sea

lays amphoras filled with golden years

in the sand,

waving,

lovers wit.

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simple flowers turned around

white and round heads

to the tree in the middle garden.

passer’s words,

tired and tied with a smile.

tonight is any night,

continuous surrender of hills.

only its people change.

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only tonight they surprised me.

by me

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ALBUM

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I love so much every little bit of you.