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It's Never Too Late




One view

suddenly connected

To one a another

Each element of whispering

Deeply in your eyes



No emotion blow sarcasm

No light plain painted on the brain

No words signed

the question just on...

the bubble stick on the wing

a little bit carved the old melody

You used to play in the evening.....

Such no words I could say...

I miss you much,..... honey.



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