Franba Ciscon Ampermou Poems

Reality,
May the shell of waitting stiffness.
The wind said yesterday's words,
Cold to blown me and you,
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Not to say,
But silence,
waiting your voice,
your idea,
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I wandered for so many days,
without words to say,
only the great man keep me konwing that's not a reason,
we can find where the answer is,
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A little will,
A little touch,
Blowing the sky with deeper rain.
Wow, touching the lip
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（一）
Good night!
the rest is for tomorrow,
the leave is my future words.
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