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I like to listen...

I like to listen to the calm quiet sea
With the man, no like other.
Who loved me unconditionally
but never had enough words to describe .

I like to listen to the falling rain drops,
on a rainy Wednesday.
With the man no like other
who has been there  for me
no matter what bad choices,
I might have made .

I like to listen to the majesty of a trees
With the man, no like other.
Who shouts at me, when i break the rules
but holds me when i cry and
shines with pride when i succeed.

I like to listen to my voice
reading aloud the last letter
With no where the man,
no like other
who was the sun shining through my life .

I like to listen to the last call
in my mind , repeating  the words
never in my mind.
The man no like other♥️

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