to die by her side
or too light by his flight
this is a case of honour
of our honest hour
on the wings of death
with the roots of love
and the king of breath
with his shooting glove
will touch you as a dove
from the deepest part
to the highest art
of your aiming soul
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beautiful melancholy and the infinite sadness.
im touched.
thank you.
xo
i miss him very very much.
i hope he can feel it.
the miss he misses is an infinite mystery
(in french we call her Miss Terre)
it is stupifying!so honest and white like just before the sunrise and so elegant and dark like a concert before death! You are magic.
ps I love also the picture!!
stupifyingly beutifull.....
thank you anonymous Margherita
you are so magic too (i know that, i saw you)
and we are a lot now
to be magic at ALL
of fame
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