Dear garden of butterflies, my sun that melts through ice. A touch like morning song, for a grasp I wanted long. You bed full of galaxies, be mine, would you fly with me? Anchor in the deepest ocean, take me over, sweet emotion.
If I could freeze time to be with you And never grow old. If I had magic powers at the tips Of my fingers, then still I wouldn’t do. If I...
we picked our twigs with love and care they fell to our feet, our lips whistled a fanfare a smooch on the cheek then mouth turned to beak...
I’m glad to make friends in queue. They tell me that they like my vibe And they help me move from time to time. They say „How you present...
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