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In the name of God the Compassionate the merciful
For me the most beautiful season, is winter in which the nature is simple.
It is the season of inner nature in which the nature comes to everybody's view, in which we shiver of cold, in which it is difficult for everybody to live alone; the season which brings us the time to understand each other.
We yearn to meet each other beside the snow-white trees.
Dear
Our souls are apart from each other, but I wish to tell you an unknown secret …
You, yourself, are my childhood secret with which I pass the period of my adolecence and youth childlishy by your kindness.
In long nights, I think of you; in days I ran laboriously to see you when I longed for nothing to see.
Years passed and I could not say loudly in my telephone calls that I love you, that I thinlc of you, that I want you to sit before me and listen to me; and I listen to you.
Alas, I am so depressed and you are too happy to listen to me.
I want you to know that there is a person in this dishonest world that remember you by his childish and happy recollections and is always worried about you, the one who loves dearly.
With the spring followers, Summer Rivers, colorful leaves of fall, and the simplicity of winter, I am waiting for you.
I hope to hear from you by this
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