words never told
wistful thoughts
about the road
and the silence,
dissapointed lovers
only tears
and the chords
of the silence,
the baby,
a whimper,
his smile
and the
music,
the nature,
a smile,
a butterfly
the sun rose on my sky
violin,
flowers of spring,
a soul
just born from a cell
the sun rose beyond the sea
I sit on the shore
Am I thinking
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