zarina binda

Rookie - 0 Points (1988 / utrecht, Holland)


Soft evening breeze caressing my face,
Your hands in mine,
They seem so real these days.
Your touch is more than I can handle,
I feel your heart,
Like mine,
It’s burning like a candle,
Like a candle through the endless night,
The moon shining its brightest white,

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