A swing between the colors of the night and dawn of hearts
(A twist of past through chambers of the mind)
Tag: past
The old shoes (Ashes) from the heart glide on shoes the specks (of time), old shoes remind us (our) moments’ past, so glued together (melodies) that they never rust and neither do our souls – eternity’s (dance) in the old shoes! (Ashes of time, our melodies dance in the old shoes!) Thursday, August
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