quickborn
while winter roamed... quieted,
thru the wind have budded snowflakes
refreshing my smile,
but the sky got roughly jealous
when their joy sprang in my blue eyes
solitaire
the loyalty of an impeccable, known " l'grand solitaire ", it is a hobbyist of dreams that's revising its priorities, adopting passionately and yet furtively, a love's course ‧ it knows that fate will not be blamed for sloppy games of the ignorant folks who fail to adjudge that a schism it is just another way to spend time with the lovely one ‧ after all, a dream has dreams to remember… by and by
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