Poetry 25

Winds of your memory open my heart again,
Tunes of my chimes go down like the summer rain,
Blossomed every flower, every leaf, every seed,
Oh lord this love in my heart with goes so speed,
The waves of your smile touch my eyes,
Make the dream true and the real lies,
Let all my life end at you,
Blessed like me are really very few…

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