jamais
The next year,
summer comes again.
But I left in deep winter,
to carry a piece forever
in my heart.
summer comes again.
But I left in deep winter,
to carry a piece forever
in my heart.
Labels: love
Or say, the soul. Of Me. Of Humanity, As Mediated Through Me. Of Humanity, As Perceived From Me. Of The Times I Live In. Of The Times I Want To Live In. Of A Human Being, For Whom Ether Is Still AETHER.
Labels: love
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