Soft formless
Wind in my life hands ... Soft
nostalgia as a song
water the lawn is there ...
illuminating my soul. Birds cross
... Valley plunges
quiet bells ...
children playing with the shadows.
* How many times I'm thinking?
How often do you be thinking? Yes
you goin ... Yes
me you were ...
is my heart that you still ...
simple nostalgia. You went
.
Damian.
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