running your fingers through your lover’s hair you will forgive me for my stumbling, the way my hand misses the curve of yours the gentle notes of a piano whispered went through the waves of the lake soothing sounds of the sea, reminds me - quoting ms pullman - “nobody could catch me daydreaming”, my … Continue reading c a f u n é
s a b a i s m
s a b a i s m the worship of stars or of spirits in them the fine line between a spirit of stars and immortal wishes is both impossible and infinite; the twisting of the fates belongs to no one, unless you are born into one - in my books, I have written the … Continue reading s a b a i s m
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