You always make the same mistake:you lose the keyon the way back.
I remembered my first love




You always make the same mistake:you lose the keyon the way back.
When I was young, I sorted postage stamps. I locked away in albums different countries, famous people, migratory birds. Now I sort myself through…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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