the bend of a winding path, find its twenty years. Eyes shining, hearts beating and bodies that ignite again and again. Nothing can be as before. Through his eyes, his hands, his voice, the world has changed. The shadows have vanished and doubt no longer part of everyday life. Fear, old companion of the past, is now a memory. The flight is allowed, no need to net.
He was not there, then there was, unpredictable and unavoidable. More than an oasis in my desert, much more than a name on a list too long, more than what was released before Destiny. And finally at his side, yesterday was a path to him, this line too fast and the future is taking shape in pink.
He was not there, then there was, unpredictable and unavoidable. More than an oasis in my desert, much more than a name on a list too long, more than what was released before Destiny. And finally at his side, yesterday was a path to him, this line too fast and the future is taking shape in pink.
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