Don't ask me about my dreams, you're so close there.
A second hesitating in my heart, whether it was dream or reality.
I worry not to scare this moment away unintentionally.
From a longing heart and mutual tenderness. Words - it is a call of delight, somewhere in the recesses of the soul it screams to you. In the space of fleeting moments, in the wind, which plays beautifully I catch your desires and hold them in my arms.
Somewhere in the middle of this world you are so close ...
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