lorsque la brume se dissipe au matin
festivités closes
sensualy wide open, we walk over and join there
outside in
tree as soul
mist as aura
oval as breast
shivering leaves in life as love as curves
and then vanish in the wind, through the horizon
I love the word ‘mist’….
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I love the words. I love love. I love the way you love. Thanks Heila for the mist and mysterious words
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LOVE is the best!!
J’aimeJ’aime