In my dreams he doesn’t speak yet somehow I hear his words I know I hurt you when I left but I had no other choice because you see my love I had to decide, it was you or me. Advertisements
golden morning light
“If we don’t know life, how can we know death?” Confucius We all must die this I know, but the puzzle that remains is why some go before growing old, snatched from life before their time.
I adore summer evenings spent in sweet revelry wrapped in your arms dancing under
Sacred pink lotus
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Fleeting Tis your birthday So I seek Solace in your arms