| runs through my fingers caress without cause, runs through my fingers ... In the wind, in passing caress wandering aimlessly or object, the stroke loss who will pick it up? I could love tonight with infinite pity, I love the first who happened to arrive. No one comes. The flowery paths are alone. The lost touch, shoot ... roll ... eyes If you kiss tonight, traveler, if it shakes the branches a gentle sigh, if you pressed a small hand fingers who takes you and leaves you, and you will achieve. If you do not see that hand, or kissing that mouth, if air who weaves the illusion of kissing, oh traveler, you have eyes like the sky, in fundido el viento, ¿me reconocerás?  | | | | |
Barn Owl Diva! - pictures of Melissa_A
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