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| Julia Prohorenkova photography |
I woke up in the morning and the bitter reflection from the
dream took my thoughts million miles away from the glory of the morning peacefulness.
It seems you never appear light-hearted rather unsatisfied and sad. And I
wonder what’s really happening on your mind when you beam and say I am doing
fine, babe. And if it’s only an imagination I sadly have fallen for it. Dear, I
care what’s bothering your eternally engaged awareness. Sometimes I cogitate we
communicate through a white sky, a cold wind, and a crowded tram. I look up and
there is a hope, I feel the warm imperceptible touch, your pure identity and
all together – you are the one and nothing has to be changed.
Oh am fainthearted and am afraid, but I can’t express out loud
how significant and beautiful your existence is to me.
Agnes.
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