No amount of yearning can ever bring you back. I watch you, running, skipping, I call at you “Ta3alee!,”Where are you dear child? I hear you from behind a tree, giggling, your sound warms my heart. Your dimples make me want to give you all that is within me, all that I can reach around me. Gift it to you. You keep running and I run after you. Don’t run far love, how would I be able to catch you?
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