The innocence that always goes with me
eyebrow not to renew the hopes,
and so, one year and
I cling to the designs
that happened on my way
pop out section by section.
always, and every year I forget the reason
and experience gives
the world of abstract dreams of glass;
wishful
the wind fades and the smoke,
but again and grapes,
one by one, accompanying the tic-tac
of watches
and bell ringing noon. ***
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What ever see you full of happiness, dear friends.
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