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Clouds Inside

In love with the sound of  woodAs I knock on old doorsMy knuckles and your wearinessA touch, few feelingsAnd these  vibrationsWish there could be a windowOr a key hidden somewhere in grassFor my soul can smellRoom inside is full of cloudsWhite and embracingTo float, fly and loose myself….. Click here to read all my poems  View […]

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