. . . has no patience with anyone.
It waits for no one.
And a love without time
Is nothing but a sigh
For the impossibility.
Time. . .
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Lyrics, Sentiments and Me 
It seems to me that I have read all your poems now, ‘but poems are not the one time stuff, they are always fresh and new and one can find every time new things when reading these’. So it is time for round two😊 and you write all the time also new ones!
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I can’t thank you enough for being so kind and appreciative of my work. You inspire me Jean. Thank you!
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Your welcome 🙂
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