A simple phrase, a song of praise and sense of yesterday’s sweet memories.
A lover taken, a love song sung, a red skirt wrap-around, lifted up in ecstacy.
A simple poem, a dance in the dark, the rays of the Moon shone through.
mi ricorderò per sempre, il tuo profumo, il tuo tocco, le tue labbra sulle mie labbra … anche se era solo una notte …
A simple touch, a silent prayer and the truth is romanticized in memories long rewritten, long forgotten and replaced by a preferred version of the truth.
WONDERFUL! MAY I REBLOG YOUR WORK?
As long as you give me the full credit for the writing.
Yes sir as long as I am credited for the posts 🙂 I see you have already. Thank you
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