Spring is poetry poured into nature.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWe are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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Open your heart to life before summer is over.
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Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.
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I can’t wait for the day to be wild again.
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I should have seen the goodbye in your eyes from the start.
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She breathed love like air. She was Paris turned human.
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I fell in love with the way you wanted more.
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In her empty wine of glass, there’s a world of lost dreams.
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He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
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There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.
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My only home are the daydreams I dream.
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The way she danced through life was poetry.
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All my summer memories sparkle in riverbed reflections.
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I see the world in shades of you.
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I search for summer in every corner of september.
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