Your memory is a never-ending drop in my memory,
That spills of feelings all my being,
You left without a trace and without saying your career,
I've only left with the desire to see you again.
I have become since that day a simple poet,
It is poetry in your memories as if it were kite,
With a destination and an orbit building several short poems,
Love, memories, pain and their dilemmas.
The tears became letters each evening,
The letters became memories at dusk,
Now I write poems for my love,
A poem I need to believe in love.
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