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poetry is a child`s face looking for his mother
the waves of the sea reaching the shore over and over again coffee flavor in my home on a cold November day poetry is the breath of fresh air after a long time in a cellar your lover`s eyes after seclusion the last crumb of chocolate on the lips poetry clouds in the shape of your heart the smell of homemade cake and my grandma`s hands in the dough little blue eyes whispering un unexpected I love you poetry the footsteps traces on the village trail forever drawn in my father`s soul dry plums in the wooden attic the leaves of a doleful maple tree forgotten by the window warm air after a white winter a kiss after a quarrel prayer after blemish poetry cradle and tomb
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