cristobal obregon silvertop
There Is A Colour Of Love, His Favourite Today. - Poem by cristobal obregon silvertop
I want to fly to you, a find love on a, cloud and converse with it, and feel, feel, and dance the tune as i see the beauty, taste, I its splendid rainboy of joy, hold the hand of my friend, I will release my lament, my heart digests only joy, i am free and see, i wear the crown of beauty, and give order to the wolves.
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