Day after dayat the edge of eveningI do not knowwhy my eyes grow wet.In my soul there blooms with paina jeweled teardrop.How the tear of longing tumbledupon the tear of love…
Tears




Day after dayat the edge of eveningI do not knowwhy my eyes grow wet.In my soul there blooms with paina jeweled teardrop.How the tear of longing tumbledupon the tear of love…
I decided to send the kiss to you not with lipstick like before… With an ember-kiss on the path of love. For your lips to scorch.
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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