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Poem about the rain of BCH I've been waiting a long time. I have been waiting for this good morning for a long time. We were crying. Crying everytime. But quietly. We slept for a long time. We thought. A "why"... Another "why". More than 365 "why". More than 730 "why"... Is that sun rising? Is it coming to us because... ? Well, good morning to you. Good morning. Happy morning. Singing morning. Colorful morning. Fragrant morning. Rainy morning! The rain of BCH is coming!…
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Poem about him Money? Not. Fast cars? Not. Love? Not. The sea? Not. Snow? Not. A green meadow full of flowers? Sunset? Peace? Nah! So what drives him? He was sitting alone. In the dark. With a glass of wine. With a lit cigarette. From time to time, a pen could be heard writing on paper. He didn't know how to explain that he wasn't interested in anything mentioned above. And they paid a lot. They also promised a car. And the sea. And snow. And everything that money can buy.…
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A song is medicine Magical. Like a magic flute. When you want to indulge your imagination. Spring, when you want your room to smell like the most beautiful pine or fir. Winter, when you think of mulled wine with cloves. Summer, when there's no end to the plans. And then you come back to reality. Autumn is the most beautiful, because I love all shades of yellow. Then love, when you're head over heels in love. Sad, when you cry and you don't even know why you are crying.…