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Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Your mischievous eyes says, it’s not love
But will you someday? If not hate
I would have to leave you soon and my absence
And tell you its ok to break cause its a long day
A long year to remember and brittle moment to share

Storm will arrive and petals they die
Letters will burn and words they will hide
And you can stand at the desert, questioning why
And blame the memories like your mind
But who knew what has to come and to end
It was the only pieces of time

So will you run like the river
or stay like the mountains
Breezes do not care about the place
And seasons do not wait


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