count the fossils of yesteryear,
the chasing
wind had never stop behold! the cooled breezing
winds have capture
the calling breathe of the past,
where thousand daylight touches the humid
air of the horizon of the east
flatter my soul, oh! beautiful moment,
like pollen of dazzling
wind touches
my check; as I come back to sleep with me
again and find the sweet melody
of rest, so true and recalling to remember
the savoring luck lives in me
come and be the sloe radiant spot
the honor the past
I always in your side to hold your laughter
where a thousand smile, toss the
glory of what is today, where their was
you, my heart live in your spirit of
your success.
go and find me again, right where you stand
I live in your footprint….
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