My blood is liquid dream and my heart beats to the melody of Night Dew, living untouched by the grime of time, unburdened by the weight reality, thank you my Dew! ♡&♥
Suitcase of Memories
All roads lead me back,
To where my heart finds its track,
In an old suitcase, memories I keep,
Quietly through time, I search and sweep.
The suitcase opens, a world of the past,
Every breath carries it gently like the wind,
In silence, I return to live once again,
In old dreams, I begin to believe again.
Faded photos, soft voices I hear,
Distant scents, emotions so near,
Each picture tells a hidden tale,
As if the past whispers in the present's veil.
The suitcase opens, a world of the past,
Every breath carries it gently like the wind,
In silence, I return to live once again,
In old dreams, I begin to believe again.
The suitcase isn’t heavy, but full of soul,
In it, my hidden world takes hold.
And each time I open it wide,
I remember that love never dies.
The suitcase opens, a world of the past,
Every breath carries it gently like the wind,
In silence, I return to live once again,
In old dreams, I begin to believe again. @GEMINNA
Days and Nights as I write this letters to you my love, it's like you are right here with me. I feel your hand on my shoulder, your fingers in my long wild hair, and the soft breath of your kiss on my cheek
GEMINNA
My blood is liquid dream and my heart beats to the melody of Night Dew, living untouched by the grime of time, unburdened by the weight reality, thank you my Dew! ♡&♥
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GEMINNA
Suitcase of Memories
All roads lead me back,
To where my heart finds its track,
In an old suitcase, memories I keep,
Quietly through time, I search and sweep.
The suitcase opens, a world of the past,
Every breath carries it gently like the wind,
In silence, I return to live once again,
In old dreams, I begin to believe again.
Faded photos, soft voices I hear,
Distant scents, emotions so near,
Each picture tells a hidden tale,
As if the past whispers in the present's veil.
The suitcase opens, a world of the past,
Every breath carries it gently like the wind,
In silence, I return to live once again,
In old dreams, I begin to believe again.
The suitcase isn’t heavy, but full of soul,
In it, my hidden world takes hold.
And each time I open it wide,
I remember that love never dies.
The suitcase opens, a world of the past,
Every breath carries it gently like the wind,
In silence, I return to live once again,
In old dreams, I begin to believe again.
@GEMINNA
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Days and Nights as I write this letters to you my love, it's like you are right here with me. I feel your hand on my shoulder, your fingers in my long wild hair, and the soft breath of your kiss on my cheek
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