the sky was in his eyes
blue with clouds floating in his smile.
His voice rushed of pines
in a breeze, his hair told of green meadows
in the spring; he scented of northern lights…
And I knew I had met a wild soul,
just as wild as mine.

the sky was in his eyes
blue with clouds floating in his smile.
His voice rushed of pines
in a breeze, his hair told of green meadows
in the spring; he scented of northern lights…
And I knew I had met a wild soul,
just as wild as mine.
Wow! Love this!
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Thank you so much dear Claudia for reading this one 🙂 ❤
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Beautiful.
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Thank you so much dr Kajal ❤ ❤
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