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My own space appears very wide in this universe ,
when finally I can fly Far out ,
where no man has been there before ,in a company with same colourful little butterfly reflecting my smile , Loading up with dreams setting course for the ends of the tears ,
Charring up joy with the wind who talks to me in a very special way that no one understands ,
Asking me gently to dance around the still charming night , how can I resisted , ?
And in the same night I let my old paper note plane fly away , hoping it found her new way , like the “ dying flower waiting to get some water hangs its head in doubt but she finally got drunked “ .
The night it still on .
And the ocean whispers secrets of the seas are told shell I hear and speak? I wanted to, but when I tried, the whispers took off as a wave and gone, even if the night was still goes on.
But after a while the moon waves with her light , moving to the other side , promising that she will shows up , in the very next hours for tomorrow night .hoping that when the night goes out, she won't lose her figure ,and her charm , once she jumps into the light .
When the sun comes up,
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