the sapphire of your eyes, ground into a fine powder, in which i mix with water.
beloved, i will paint the skies with it.
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wanderer
Poetrywe danced and we danced until the soles of shoes wore down to the flesh.
art
the sapphire of your eyes, ground into a fine powder, in which i mix with water.
beloved, i will paint the skies with it.
