At times the sun
burns in the sky
sometimes remains hidden
the veil of clouds
in the almond fields waving
like boats at the moorings
thoughts whipped by the wind
stop time of memories
lawn in spring
riverside
on walks
on music in the evening
three red roses
the sea
moments of life of the
who continue to live forever
always live as the world
holding hands
in the distance
not in the presence
essence
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