In the frozen thing of your smile I remain my understanding the change that you were went after your steps…. not knowing the one that I was… and the one that I am… lost this the identity of that it attempt…
As prongs in my reason your sweet touch they are in my memories.
In a drop of rain the hope rests than already value it does not have… but between silence your gem does not lose brightness.
Nobody can understand that in my voice they are even pieces of your goodbye… goodbye that were not said if not acted… suspended in a yesterday without future….
The storm is approached, but a drop would only be enough to remove the furrows of the mud that you left under your track
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