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Winter night
It is a real winter here, everything is white and so beautiful, so pure, like our souls in the moments when we forget the dark thoughts and let our souls fly. With my eyes I follow the snowflakes and imagine that I am one of them, so amazed and happy to rediscover the joy from my childhood, the courage to fly without thinking, the peace of knowing that soon,after joy I will be part of the imensity of white show that cover the earth, the fredom to feel love for you and love you, the wisdom that I have a purpose,a meaning in this world, the fulfillment of knowing that I will not be forgotten because I have life in me and I can give and share what I have. I put my feelings in one of these wonderful creations of heaven and pray him to fly till when he finds you to touch your lips and reminds you of my taste, to tickle your nose and remember you of my smell, to melt himself on your eyes and remember you of my freshness, to caress your ears and whispers you about me and my love which has destroyed time...
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