Painting by John Singer Sargent
A continent to
Cross to be in your arms, feel
The warmth of your kiss.
At night, my soul flies to you
To fall asleep close to yours.
Sleeping
28 Friday Feb 2014
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Hortus Closus
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perfectly wonderful.
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I can cross galaxies,
Light years in a blink,
When your heart desires for me
Whisper my name, in your dream
Shooting falling star, here I be
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Beautiful
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Just reflecting your thought 🙂 thank you 🙂
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Beautiful.
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This dream for each night
Of flying across the sky
To land near your place.
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Wunderschön wünsche einen guten und schönen Sonntag liebe Grüße von mir.Gislinde
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El gozo de estar con alguien… 😉
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Reblogged this on Espacio de Arpon Files and commented:
A través del universo incluso…
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