Here we are again
--Dancing... in the same tune.
Without knowing,
--Our steps will change soon.
Each steps...
Each touch-- your caress.
Will soon be perish--
In the end--
Our dance will end its process.
Jr.
Poetry of Dreams
He: The Second One
Another day from a dream He came unexpected though, One thing I am so sure... He is the second and not the first. He came with the same en...
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