Embrace an eyelash of tears soon to dry.
A bridge is to cross and life is to live.
Momments past prepares a concortion of many sorrows that held my
whispers drowned in sorrows.
There were pens of pains all over the hall of birth, hence life.
Life was simple and scarse, lived in shanties with half doors.
Life was life and people were people.
Downpours and poolparties concides with cocktails of mud in broken mugs.
She kept telling this tale fresh as i witnessed long by the log fire.
Its effect i liken to the wildess tsunami.
And its waves, the destructions in my heart.
Took me to the top of a cliff we did climb with streams of tears and sweat.
I like what you have done here.
Not as common as anything there.
Then she gave me a letter of two lines.
This could be a dice in many times.
Good imagery,
It did print a pretty complete scene of time in memorial with
relatively few words.
I could read more like this...
ERNEST DOVLO
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