We are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWe are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIt’s January, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNFrom her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNAutumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNGive me love like summer rain.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNAugust died but summer lived on with your kiss.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNI either want a love like poetry or no love at all.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNOne thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNShe breathed love like air. She was Paris turned human.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNLets breath magic into each other.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNKiss the words from my lips like a love poem.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNHe was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNDon’t fall for someone who doesn’t have a spark of wild in their eyes.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNHer afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNSilent lips speak the deepest truths.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWe fell in love because we were both summer souls.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANN