Before him in every breath hela this
Abundance of charm exudes purity
From behind the divine gift of beauty face
Until the flowers are blooming in the garden of the heart
My angel.........
In nature in the heart pier
I lean a million dreams
All I knit feeling of frantic despair after despair
Wish there love it capable of spoken sentences
But silence is always haunting me
As if it's locked up until he is able to say
By; Andy
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