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Dear Diary
The wind blows softly,
By a quiet Sunday morning.
The leaves are dancing
In the air gracefully.
With rays of the sun,
Caressing my skin softly,
Alone, I sit under a tree
To write my thoughts peacefully.
Young and free,
Surrounded by coconut trees,
Alone, I sit with my diary…
I sit by the Caribbean sea
To confide in my friend.
A blank sheet and my red pen
Whistling the song of my favorite band
We start our adventure hand in hand.
Ten wonderful years or so …
Is how long we have been friends.
Ten wonderful years ago…
In you, my secrets and dreams have been written.
Today with my woman hands,
I pick up a rose to show you my devotion.
I Keep it close to my heart to ease my emotions…
A blank sheet and my red pen…
“Dear Diary… Dear Friend…
Today I am here to start a new journey…
A new journey with you…my long time friend.”
© Expressions509
By a quiet Sunday morning.
The leaves are dancing
In the air gracefully.
With rays of the sun,
Caressing my skin softly,
Alone, I sit under a tree
To write my thoughts peacefully.
Young and free,
Surrounded by coconut trees,
Alone, I sit with my diary…
I sit by the Caribbean sea
To confide in my friend.
A blank sheet and my red pen
Whistling the song of my favorite band
We start our adventure hand in hand.
Ten wonderful years or so …
Is how long we have been friends.
Ten wonderful years ago…
In you, my secrets and dreams have been written.
Today with my woman hands,
I pick up a rose to show you my devotion.
I Keep it close to my heart to ease my emotions…
A blank sheet and my red pen…
“Dear Diary… Dear Friend…
Today I am here to start a new journey…
A new journey with you…my long time friend.”
© Expressions509
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