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Date of autumn

Looking forward to holding the plane trees were washed autumn sky, the heart no longer want, the boundaries of love and not love, I just know that at the moment heartbeat, a mouth of a shih filter the air, the brain in the search with the expression language, in addition to occasional memory Yesterday was no longer their own.
open arms the moment, the ear to share the wind speed, fantasy is an eagle, ahead in the blue sky - like a dream kite storage in autumn.
you still laugh? I am obsessed with crazy laughter, innocent like a child running in endless fields, I want to hold your hand and I share the wind speed, you're smiling waved his hand, your laughter become so far away, looking behind me not your eyes, my heart is in confusion, my hair messy, I stopped running pace and could not perceive the call of the wind, the wind completely into obstacles like a kite landing, you cry aloud name.
thoughts like a song When you're lonely think of, I tune down to wait, stubborn that you would come. In fact, in my obsession with waiting, you have to leave the opposite direction. Many years the autumn wind in space and time free shuttle, left free. I am lonely and sad because of you,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], see you again, you look good is no longer flying, gently at me, waiting for me to fly my kite. Tears filled my eyes lifted, tears throat again. You say I matured, not knowing what my heart sour. You said you intend to travel with you. I shook my head, smiling at you in the back left. Wanted to see you,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], you no longer exist. You'll always be a shadow hidden in the kite below the drying time of the last vestiges of care. I am no longer a kite.
have love, as you said like a chain, lock the memory in the future. Think it is mostly small love, obsession obscured by the secular eyes,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], caused.
you, I was sliding in accordance with their track, encounters favor, touch worldly, fall into the earthly one seed. Wandering pain, a dry day the hearts of frivolous and stable into the soil, roots nourish the hope of life lost flowering, winter and spring and fall again, the mature seeds from the belly of the bloom,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], countless lives for a time flying from the air. It is my hope.
love the invisible, like the clear autumn sky, to give you a blessing, give me a freedom. Tie him to open the hand as the release of two wings, will fly not only in the autumn of my thoughts.