Hermosa y Dulce ❤

Your voice opens my eyes like morning dew touching tulips in spring

At nights.  we talk about the hunting and cheerfully ding the last bell before midnight. Latest 1am. Sometimes at 1:01 am I’m reminiscing on the words that lit up our night’s  sky

The means fly, my mind die and I’m not gonna cry, but I’m awfully missing those gentle kisses goodbye

Now, how does one get so hung up…

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