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March 24, 2018
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One quiet morrow in my solitary frame

I noticed your exquisite presence

You joined me in my moment

You got my hands

From my sitting position you made me stand 

I rested my hands on your nape

Accompanied by the sweet music

Of the rustling air and chirping of birds,

We started to dance

Till we reached the zenith of the mountain 

It looked like I was in paradise

That with you I couldn't feel 

the sensualities of the earth

Only the joyfulness that can't be bought by anything, 

overwhelmed my feeling.

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