Golden dreams

My life was made of rags
Random broken pieces
Like a ruined mill
That arouses no interest
Sadness filled my empty days
Whilst my nights were endless
And then, you came around
To release my golden dreams
And whisper velvet words
Grief brought us together
Yet, it is love that keeps us alive.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz


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