Summer Winds (GL)
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Pentru adulțiComplet vin, dec 9, 2016
Whispers in the Summer Wind.
Your whispers are soft echoes that move on gusts of melody, and each syllable in the symphony of life is surrounded by warm fleeces.
We wanders our separate life path, gathering flowers along the way and exchanging the symphony of their fragrance.
We exist between two breezes. Here beneath a pale moon. You, the other end of horizon.
Certain times when wind moves through fields of grass. I take a moment to listen, and as it goes by, I can hear how tenderly your voice fills the light in the corners of my soul.
You are the music of warm rain, The moon that illuminates through the trees, and within the luster of vining your aura fills the scene.
I can see the stars shining in the sky and hear the wind's rustling, but I hold the sunrise in my heart.
Join me in the wind as we dance, then just let me love you.
[Cover page not mine. Picture credits to the original owner. Source: Internet]
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