night [Theme] Page 4

In creativity, there is no such lover who would not pay for a night with the people.

So I miss you!

That he spent the whole night there among the flowers, until dawn!

If you wander around the labyrinth for a long time, then leaving it, it will already be night.

In my soul…

White night is when the soul is constantly light!

I don't know how to help them!

The night did not want to end. She craved... More... And more... She accepted, absorbed... Greedily swallowed the impatient streams, opening up ever wider towards the elements, which seemed to be about to swallow her all... Subdue her to her will.. It will turn with water... But the sky was not hungry, it was seeking... The sky was looking for tactility... Contact.... , of an ephemeral structure... The sky was swallowed up, but it did not absorb... It dissolved... With every drop it acquired grace, with every cell... realizing that it would no longer be the same, because, no matter how hard you try, it is impossible to forget that a feeling of paradise that the infinite Mother Earth bestowed on his nerve endings (drops) ....

little by little light...

As night follows day, and winter follows summer, so vanity and voluptuousness are replaced by sorrows and illnesses, either in the present or in the future.

In the escape from the soul tear!

The night is melting in a dream, as if a spark danced in madness to the beat of the devil, and I, as if in non-existence, are looking for your hand so that you touch me, as I touch you, madly~↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

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I communicate with a pillow, there is no one to help!