Category : Poems

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I don't know which of us will leave first,

 But I would like you to stay with me 

To watch the last sunset of thoughts.  
I don't even know who loves more, 

We each have our own way of giving.

  When I paint you, you write me a poem.

  When you hug me, I give you a flower.
  I don't know more than 

What my heart has taught me.

 Life has its way of showing you

 The summer on rainy days of September.