healing
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Kites
Strange buzz, murmur of the past ringing in my ears,figures softly grab my waist, whisper in my ear:‘for as long as all’s been lost, I’ll be gone, my dear’then like dust in ether float with my hopes and fears;want them not either to stay, their place is not here. Did you know how far kites… Continue reading
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Golden Lips
Shall I kiss once more your golden lips, mendOur bodies at the warmth of common touch,As I leave you out of breath, condescendTo say that I’m the goldsmith, create suchMelting beauty in front of my wide eyes… Source: The Kiss by Gustav Klimt, 1907-1908 Continue reading