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the most serene breeze
came by last night, from the east.
it called you over for a small talk,
and so you forgot the way back.
the wind strokes so caringly
your cheek that faces the sunrise.
there is nobody left in the valley,
route to the lonely seaport.
please, it asks you not to forget
the holy breeze from before.
the most serene caressing
came by last night, from the east.
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