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A love poem of NicolecharThe Love Song of NicolecharA love poem of Nicolechar
Let us go then, you and I, When the cold winter sun rises Like a flame on a cold stove, let us go, through the empty kitchen, the clicking stops. All is silent, in that room with me and you together in that warm room the sound of banging pans and the sound of the flicking flame "What should I do?" I ask you. But you don't have to reply I just wanted to break the silence in my mind I watch the turning of the spoon. The kitchens music of the pots and pans is like the music of a band as I listen a
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