Your arms 10 Tuesday Mar 2015 Posted by Esther H. in Poésie ≈ 6 Comments TagsDance, Tanka I dream of your arms, You wrap them around me and I feel so serene. I dance with the moon, the stars I become a fiddle tune. TwitterFacebookPinterestTumblrEmailMoreTelegramLinkedInPrintStumblePocketRedditWhatsAppLike Loading... Related
Rajiv said:
Beautiful..
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nandalya said:
Let there be Love. Nothing else matters.
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Cochonfucius said:
Arms of a fiddler,
Like the mouth of a flutist :
Sensitive organs.
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Ada said:
Between loving arms,
there is a world in which we
are sure to exist.
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Nicodemas said:
Incredible! Just incredibly beautiful!
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Arlen Shahverdyan said:
So beautiful… thank you…
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