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January 17 The day I fell in love with you was like any other day. I woke up feeling indifferent – it was just another day. Nothing very special. No premonition on its way. It was in September on a Sunday, I recall. In a very ordinary year, In a very ordinary fall You’ve lived in one, you’ve lived in all. Not one angel came to me – to appraise me of my destiny – arouse my curiosity. We talked as we often did, so many times before, of poetry and other things we love and we adore. Nothing very special – but then we felt a touch – shared from within, experienced so much – in that simple touch I felt you nearness, your passion, your sorrow, your pain, I felt your joy, your spirit and I felt love return again. It was just another day like any other one when two souls touched and became one. |
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