Tag: Shooting stars

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Oh Night…

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. Oh, Night… Obscure refuge For the haunted Minds. I crave you From dawn to dusk, Relentlessly. Wrapped in your Black velvet robe, I free my Most precious thoughts, Bright fireflies Discreet shooting stars… Because only In your hands Does light find Its true meaning…

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Snowflakes…

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  Like shooting stars murmuring, “make a wish, make a wish!” Multiplying, crashing like soft wet mini-bombs, softly on my lips… Thousands of warm thoughts, hopes, dreams melting as my skin they meet…   Your name writen in crystal fashioned letters, all over my Santa wish list…