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The moment seems to flow like a molten sapphire and there's deep blue silence, Neither there is earth below, nor sky above, The rustling branches, leaves are saying that only you are here, Only me, my breath and my heartbeat, Such deepness, such loneliness and me...only me, It all makes me believe in my existence.. _______________________________ A thing that still hasn't come up to my lips and only peeks through my eyes, It asks for words, sometimes from me and sometimes from you, So that it can wear those words and come to the lips, And so that it could be embraced by words.. But this thing is actually a feeling...only a feeling,