many times i take what i do in silence
your tortured tongue makes a dialogue of dreamy words
i am about to dance - longingly in my dreams
your kiss the worth , your words a bow to the archers of the gods
dreaming gods of love - aphrodities
Helena dancing in the snow before christmas eve
a bowed elegance to the night full of crunching,
crisp snow
your tortured tongue makes a dialogue of dreamy words
i am about to dance - longingly in my dreams
your kiss the worth , your words a bow to the archers of the gods
dreaming gods of love - aphrodities
Helena dancing in the snow before christmas eve
a bowed elegance to the night full of crunching,
crisp snow
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