Smoky Noir ....
I dream of you in colors that don'texist
Smoky Noir ....
Just one lovely thoughtas I gazed into the emptinessit flew where it was most wantedspread its wings slightlyas it soared like a hawkvanishing in the misty sunI grasped the beauty insidefelt the gratitude of being alivejust by the thought of you.Words by Lasse Wikström
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