Only the wind is able to interrupt your silence...only the time which flowing like water in the river of love can strengthen your thought. It's just me that wind will blow in your face gently to wake up from nightmares that haunt your dreams ...with only meaning to refresh the hope in the grooves of your mind and you finally found the way to feel my love...try to find my love ... in the forest of the lethe that forgot our existence and we have been lost each other ... the place that I arrived when you slipped, when you hit and I cried but we managed to get up again... Why can't we stay still in the forest of lethe... because you were only for me ... because I was for you...only!
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Ismini Lymperi
Lecturer in Health and Social GBS/OBU Partnership-Manchester Campus, STEM Mentor-New York Academy of Sciences-Ambassador at the Royal Academy of Improvement-2022 WELL Advisor-Sociologist-Staff Nurse Instructor
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