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There is another life
Where you and I
are Happy.
Sometimes I say
"You harvest what you sow"
I look at you
while in my heart I know-
Away;
Beyond the sea of thought,
That I will never weather.
To me it seems that you forgot-
Together,
We gather bitter harvest
That we scatter.
Perhaps apart
Is going to be better..
About the Creator
Salomé Saffiri
Writing - is my purpose. I feel elated when my thoughts assume shapes, and turn into Timberwolves, running through the snowbound planes of fresh paper, leaving the black ink of their paw prints behind.
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