Golden dreams

My life was made of ragsRandom broken piecesLike a ruined mill That arouses no interest Sadness filled my empty daysWhilst my nights were endlessAnd then, you came aroundTo release my golden dreamsAnd whisper velvet wordsGrief brought us togetherYet, it is love that keeps us alive. Filipa Moreira da Cruz Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

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