“I remember that summer we walked up the hill, sat atop on the rocks with time to kill; we let sweet red wine set us aglow, then four drunken eyes watched the sunset show
I felt the colors enter my veins: warm light-pink shining golden rays; if there was a hue for happiness, I'm sure I saw it with you then”
~ Aditi Babel, Unsettled
загружено 06 окт, 2018 Copyright by Ludwig Riml
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