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The violin is playing  an old melody,,

in the back yard

moaning and pulsates

with a water sparkle.

But it s not winter yet,

no words in my head to be written,

in the heat i lose the love,

and wish for a flight

touch the goddess hand

while my feet wet with sea water.

But I am no more sacred

It was peeled yesterday

Yesterday?

The shallow breaths,

The wounded hand,

Bleeding anything but blood,

Is gone.

The violin is playing an old melody,

When u held me tight for the first time,

Finally, I breathed deeply,

Deep, your warmth reached.