Peru
In fields of gold I dance for you to be our guidance.
(Dance, my love)
On this road lasting and eternal I keep a journal of impossible things inspired by you:
Gentle - your original taste of tea, even though you never agree with me.
But!, in scattered remains of debris we break up - like fragments of dissolve.
I evolve, undergo change just for you - but ( Read more... )
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The last line made me smile ^^
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