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RE: The image is made of own imagination and thoughts
In the darkness of my room I started thinking about you.
Immediately think of you filled my inspiration and I felt free in nature
I felt free to fly like the birds in the blue sky, touching the thin clouds of cotton
Imagine you take me to the cusp of the highest mountain where I am happy
I know that for now I have a dark and cold room but thinking about you illuminates my life and gives me peace, peace naturally.
thanks for your beautiful poem @anasuleidy