Inner Child
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Mihaela Pirjol
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in an illusion…
in empty spaces…
eternal time
of blossomed love, and jasmine,
immortal soul of mine
is breathing life:
how sweet, and innocent this feeling,
nostalgically embracing me tight!
love cradles me
in harmonies of sounds and sights…
on the rhythm of the heart,
the long-forgotten little girl,
dances before me
with sparkly eyes, and innocence of smile:
how I wish I could keep her
with me forever:
my lovely little treasure!
she brings me back:
i cry…
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