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
Miracles of Meeting 'You'
Unexpected with Your divine light, You came once again. Visit me through vision, an expected sight. I know I am awake, Yet here I am again...
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