Poetry, Romantic, Romance, Nostalgic, Tragic, Poem,
Cold, white and blue room a nervous and tense atmosphere reigns...
Desperation seizes my nerves and motor functions.
Time slowly whispers me, "wait a bit more, it's coming!"
Flooded by senses and emotions bouncing my conciousness!
Dear light of men, guide us to retrieve this child!
With health and in ease, we wait for thee! My one son, my dear Sebas, life of mine is bound happily to yours...
-Poetic Bastard

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