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It's this time of the day
that my spirited soul...
I thought the fountain of my tears
had gone dry a year ago...
by Poet on the Piano
I used to want to
follow in your footsteps...
by Rania Moallem
It was a fierce short summer.
A ripe trunk had died...
I hear you every time my heart beats...
Hope is a bird that dies outside
my window every morning...
A writer not only writes what the writer feels but the writer can also feel what the writer writes
Being in love is like playing with fire you always get burned
Must keep my eyes open, can't fall asleep yet, I'm widely wake, but for how long?