venerdì 27 luglio 2018

Naked Souls.

In the garden of peace
there is no space for sighs or tears,

In the garden of bliss
there is no time for whispering or stolen kisses,

In the garden of love
there is no time or space
for lies and betrayals.

In these gardens
only true and naked souls are allowed.

That's how it is mine.
That's how I expect it to be yours,

When you'll come.

One day.

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