a light appeared.
I stopped,
closed my eyes,
and began to dream.
You were there, and
was stretching your hands out.
I could not catch them up,
You left me
and your absence.
made me cry.
Some tears fell for.
The earth was irrigated,
the carnations sprouted
and on each of them
you were.
But,
they died, I cried, but
they grown and I enjoyed it.
My love,
Is the life like this?
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