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Summer. The Letter One (the First Letter)

All the dreams, (which) I search under my head every morning,
All the wishes, that I should have never let you go,
All these are your cool arms( hands) on my burnt shoulders
And Your quiet smile in my calm eyes.
 
All the shells, all the waves and all the fish,
All the boats and sails ( which) I entrusted to the winds,
It is an unexpected meeting on the faraway roads,
It is a ( fig: tight rope) bridge (in hell over pit of pitch) from Summer to Autumn.
 
The taste of salt, the path of the sun which leads to the sky,
The row of umbrellas, the sea, which has no boards,
All these may look like love,
Yes, love could be like that too.
 
All the dreams which I search under my head every morning,
All the wishes, that I should have never let you go,
These _(are) my slim fingers on your broad shoulders,
This_(is)my calm smile in your warm eyes.

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