I am the rain and you are the ocean.

Lands gather the hints from the drops toward the seas.

Ocean sends the messages by the sprays forward the coasts.

Verges are the limits of the expressions of yearning;

Eroding the angular parts of the incompatibility.

You are the fountain of the passions;

Orientating the possibilities of accomplishment.

Urges flow in the river of time as uncertain dreams;

Jazzing the stars shine above the sky.

A moment for one to pray …

Mystery belongs to the fairy tale or reality?

Emotions last forever or fade away?

Shall we stay to shape, shaping the visions, shaping the days.

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