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Tuesday 16 December 2014

Dead roses



Still, I  hear your sounds
And still, I feel your hand
Even today, I lived within your tracks
Still can see your image and feel your warmth


Even in the images of strangers
Passing through the streets
Even in the fallen leaves dancing
  lonely in the breeze


The air brushing my cheek on the evening
In all the things, I'm seeing, hearing
  and feeling you're there
How about you?
Do you feel the same?


I open the door of my heart
Longing for our memories together
Over and over I'm waiting for you
but over and over again my heart is
  torn apart

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