The desert of my solitude In the desert of my solitude, my love, quiver the shadows of your voice, the mirage of your lips. In the desert of my solitude, from the ashes of the distance between us, bloom the jasmines, the roses of your touch. From somewhere close by rises the warmth of your breath it smolders in its own perfume – gently, languorously. Far away, on the horizon, glistens drop by drop, the dew of your beguiling glance. With such tenderness, my love, your memory has placed its hand on the contours of my heart. Even though this is the dawn of our farewell, it feels like the sun has set on our separation and the night of our union is at hand. youtube/watch?v=tYB-6i_q4sU
Posted on: Sat, 27 Sep 2014 05:02:01 +0000
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