Nothing to do
Soft laughter
Fresh air
No one says your name
Cream and sugar in your coffee
Legs and arms lying
No one around
The sun is light
Feel the tenderness
Problems went away
Just for a while
This is a dream
A sweet in a pocket
No need to hide
Feelings are floating
In white soft clouds
There is no hurry
In the world
White balloons
Crossing the sky
The silence is the rumour of trees
Sweet garden of my days
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