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My Dear Steemian
A thousand stars that adorn the night sky
Blinking between the moonlight
However....
This self is just friends of silence
The darkness of the night and the wind caressing the soul
I am pensive
Together with a piece of paper that has not been stained
The black-pened pen is still in the grip
Who wants to express this emptiness
With this piece of white paper
I swear hearts
Because
Only the heart speaks
Without a word spoken
"You can dry water all over the ocean, but You will never be able to dry a woman's tears"
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