Brilliant your mind. I think: Your eyes are like Troia waters in a sunny day. Same light blue we use to enhance photographs. I look at you: You talk about God. I gain at least one more new word per day. You know all the stories. I sit and listen to the tales. The golden fields within your soul. There is magic in those hills. And music has a different taste. Times goes fast. Then the poem said the stars. What will do, will play. Me and my piano. I think and I say nothing.
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