Surprise ! How come i forget my love for poetry & photography
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the one that shows its color for the first time
and makes my eyes sparkle like a dewdrop on a rare flower
my darling, i still remember when you told me I should become a poet
this letter is for you
see it as a poem if you like
i’ll remind you every year
and i will write like a bird flying south before winter
flying thousands of kilometers to get to where they want to be
where they have to be
to be able to experience their joy
love is a language in its own right
— written by someone from somewhere