She was gone and I kept thinking

Even though she was, I kept imagining it.

Always on paper she sowed without words for her

She came to a halt. "Sometime this happened to me and it suddenly passed away.

  But I still keep thinking .. !!

She was gone and I kept thinking

I have always dreamed for my true love for her

If it had been, it would not have been me.

I always imagined her .. !!

I'm always looking for it in my fantasy world

I'm shaving it as I want ...

She meets in written lines and sometimes ...

In the same old place where the black was ever rubbed

Uncover the same arm with the hand


On top of what I've always imagined ...

Yes, I always do poetry on my visits to her

Where I left off, I begin my imagination.

As I see it, she writes - I understand myself

Let me start with my idea ....

She almost didn't, though

I always imagine ...

That is my pass for me.

I always imagined it for my love

I always imagined it for my love.
© .......

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