Late thoughts bring new phenomena in the yellow pragmatic, we walk on the leaves of the summer garden in the winter ocean. We start winds in the hurricanes of the mind - water loved the unclean conscience of our love; you are lost in the forest of miracles.
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Source - tuttartpitturasculturapoesiamusica.com/2016/11/James-Eads-Gif.htmlThe dust has been raised by the curtain of passion, in the form of flooscent glasses the dynamic forest of plants passes.
The future passes through the crisis of identity, consecrated work takes away the real treasure and essence of life - the time goes forward and never cares about our call.The music plays before your beautiful smile, the vicious circle visits the restless dreams of the rainbow beauty. I fell in love, I remain in my conscience without morality - you are a fire that burns in me. Embrace the feeling in the sand of a light greeting enjoy the wind of change.
Professional attitude in sex without touch - tantra is partly wrong on the path of material conflicts - I am a man who wants to sin in your embrace. You are a light dust with a shelf life - the heart is obsessed with your touch, the soul has found paradise in you.
- Original poetry written by @dobartim
What a positive vibe! It makes your soul smile, thanks for sharing :)
Very beatiful
Hello @dobartim
thank you, it's great
Thak you
Sensational, Life gives us a reason to love what the earth has in store.
Great work man.
Thank you very much for sharing it among us
inspiring poem. keep it up
Very great photo :)
Dust ia love. Hehehehe. Very good.
Wow I love that imagery, this is great . I have done few poems too on my blog