From her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNAutumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.
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I fell in love with the way you wanted more.
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Give me love like summer rain.
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One thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.
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All my summer memories sparkle in riverbed reflections.
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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The scent of rain is just as much as an illusion as your love.
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If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?
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Let’s go back when we still saw stories in the stars.
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I feel blurry as a reflection in water.
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Sometimes getting lost is just the right direction.
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It takes effort to make it to forever.
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I lost and found myself in all your maybe’s.
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I dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.
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This wild heart beats restlessness.
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In a world of lost souls how could I ever find a home?
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It’s January, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.
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Nights were made for broken hearts.
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It’s January, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.
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We fell in love because we were both summer souls.
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With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.
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We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.
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Night time thoughts lead nowhere but into melancholy.
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Spring is poetry poured into nature.
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Summer was soaked with you.
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Kiss the words from my lips like a love poem.
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