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suddenly accepted.
How nice it was to lose our way, wandering through each thunder-gust.
We talked.
We laughed.
Till suddenly a day had passed.
Our hearts where thieves that stole the time,
To take an unpredicted course,
Instead of one the day had set of work and restless drifting.
A morning born to violent shades yielding to a soft wind night.
Of doubt
And hope...
And possibly a love to grow.
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