Thursday, February 15, 2018
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Time did not stand still
It shaped its road for us to leave the past
To rain soaked pavements, fallen leaves, high altitudes underneath the snow
To drinking tea in the morning, to the smell of books, your scent and smile
There was no mistake for me to come to you
You have captured the stories that were written in stone
Lost voyages and high shadows made of glass
You are all I dream with the dawning of spring.
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