In the sacred space of air,
feel the perfect grace of winds,
flying on delightful wings of
my purple blue fragile thoughts-
just to see part of you in me -
lost. Embracing the harmony of sky
where is the patience of my smile,
I always wanted to have more -
more love, more peace, more of
your endless kiss. when the evening
ink blue winds blow - i found the
deep horizons of my (your) soul.
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July-013
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