The sun shined when a spring breeze

I want to be alone
Returning to Canada
I need to feel free
In a country with no direct ancestor history

Similar to my own
I miss you
Water as the most beautiful and dangerous thing

You touched these tired eyes of mine
Yet I am not trained

To the angels in my life
My life has developed
Last year is gone

Adore you,

Shivafeli

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