He cames into my life like music
and his voice was like a familiar song.
I couldn't remember
but each time he smiled
it reminded me of another verse.
Even one the day we met.
I knew he was my favorite love song,
because his melody
was already playing in the wind
for only my soul to hear.
©Émilia
Marmoriert
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Wenn Verlust, die Augenblicke, Stunden,Tage und eigendlich das ganze Leben
marmoriert. Feine Linien, große und kleine ausgefranste Muster, winzige
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