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RE: The image is made of own imagination and thoughts (competition 50)

in #art5 years ago

An idyll was our love.

My smile is gone, of tears I've filled

The wounds of our rupture have soaked in my soul.

The stars don't shine, the sun doesn't shine on me, the fire doesn't burn me, I just want to cry.

An idyll of love and passion was what we live

Today I am in the desert of life and I feel like sinking into the arena of defeat

I don't want to wake up, not even the dawn makes me happy.

Life gave me so much happiness when I had you, I had everything and I lost you

An idyll was our love, Today I live from the memory of what was lived

You left eternal marks in the sand of my soul and the morning dawn only tells me about you

The incentive of my life is to see you again and relive our love idyll.

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