Thoughts jotted on a piece of paper,Words written with so much meaning.Somewhere a painted heart, a squirrel,Carved further down, I love you, my soul!
Feelings never, ever expressed,That only in dreams take and give life.There where you have set a stone upon the heart,And only there you are and feel like a king!
You give them colors, and give them wings, birds in flight,They carry longing everywhere, bring happiness on their return!
They told me, Moza, you left, you took a long road, Tears fell on my cheeks, my heart became a wound! With tears in my eyes, and a frozen heart, I came to see you, to say:…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
You will not say thank you to me, Just as you do not say thank you to your heartbeats That carve the face of my life. But I will say to you…
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