It’s January, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNSpring is poetry poured into nature.
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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August died but summer lived on with your kiss.
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We are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.
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With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.
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Her afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.
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I see the world in shades of you.
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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I either want a love like poetry or no love at all.
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In a world of lost souls how could I ever find a home?
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Spring is poetry poured into nature.
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I can’t wait for half a love because I’ve always needed more.
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We fell in love because we were both summer souls.
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I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.
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My only home are the daydreams I dream.
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It takes effort to make it to forever.
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Autumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.
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