It's night now,
everywhere I feel silence,
the wind come to me slowly.
It's only time when I feel you,
with wind you come slowly,
but just like wind,
I can only feel you but can't see you.
and I know that you are not imagination,
because wind is not my imagination,
just I know you are my love,
but I don't know who is my love...
©isitlife
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