Friday
Tonight
The quieter it grows, the faster the wind blows, I think of the times when you were here. When I could call you, listen to your voice, your sighs, your thoughts. I still hear your thoughts sometimes, in my mind- or in my dreams. I hear you calling me and saying "let it be. let us be as we were." And then I know I was only listening to my own thoughts.
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nice blog. keep blogging....
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