I reached the last page of my diary Now I write on the night skies My words whistle through the wind And on every leaf of every tree
Through eternal echoes
You shall remember me
Your writing on the night skies are visible even from where I am… and you are right, it is not possible to forget you… Beautiful words, beautiful thoughts…
I love this!
💜
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Thank you very much :)
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Your writing on the night skies are visible even from where I am… and you are right, it is not possible to forget you… Beautiful words, beautiful thoughts…
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Dear Sonya,
What a lovely poem, with many layers. It pays to listen to the wind.
All good wishes,
robert
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Nice poem :)
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