Thoughts.
The morning breeze blowing gently across a vast plane,
the breking of the sun from behind the clouds,
the chirping of the birds;a new dawn is annouced:
Hope not a state of mind,but as soft as promise,a whisper in my heart
you are for real and not a dream.....
Yes your voice still echoes.... can't wait to see you.
Mi Amore.
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