Thursday, September 28, 2017

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by Anonymous | Poetry

And as the cherry blossomed
Life came back to me

And as the snow melted
Darkness flew out into the night

Just like the first sparkles of life meant the beginning
The last one meant survival

Your voice gets clearer and louder
While mine became bolder and made one with yours

And as the sun kissed my face

You kissed me

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