I Sing My Song
My heart,is raining with the rain of the season.light and graceful, like,embracing a spring cloud,a reluctant dream, weary but unyielding,nourishing your smile,your palm smile.The setting sun,immersed in an endless expanse,filling the lonely beach with sand,carrying me out of that vast blue.Your eyes,transforming into a cluster of celestial tears for me,engraved in your heart,sleeping in the flowers,I long to return to the past.
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