TREMOUR
You are not the name,
imprinted on the sand,
which can be flown away,
by the cruel winds,
you are not the shaking image,
in the stagnant water,
you can`t be deleted,
by the stones of the ages,
i have your picture,
in my heart,
i am in the tremour,
of your love
i can`t come out of it
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