Deja vu?
In the thistle,
of Arcadia.
In the Wisp,
of Avalon.
Across the purple hills,
of Armageddon.
Lips,
so sweet.
I hummed,
by the grain;
Trail me,
take my breadth,
give it to the wind,
but only in dreams.
Deja vu?
In the thistle,
of Arcadia.
In the Wisp,
of Avalon.
Across the purple hills,
of Armageddon.
Lips,
so sweet.
I hummed,
by the grain;
Trail me,
take my breadth,
give it to the wind,
but only in dreams.
about a love in dreams.
If you read this Anna it was inspired by your previous title suggestion
its unique i think it could reflect to everyone something but it has the urge of desire very much in common…i like it but it shows us how inevitably cruel life and in particular love can be…
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