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Until it hurts us

The grain is cold

and calls his master to gather him.

 

The plane tree is getting older

with shoes in the ground.

 

The nightingale leads to empty controversies

with clear skies.

 

Let's deny our love

until we get the first kiss.

🌷(5)

◄ Do not wake me

The source of happiness ►

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Sanja Atanasovska

Tue 6th Jul 2021 09:12

Thanks

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Stephen Gospage

Mon 5th Jul 2021 17:32

Fascinating, Sanja

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