In her empty wine of glass, there’s a world of lost dreams.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWe are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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I feel blurry as a reflection in water.
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I dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.
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I should have seen the goodbye in your eyes from the start.
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He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
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I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.
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Autumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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Spring is poetry poured into nature.
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In a world of lost souls how could I ever find a home?
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Today, she decided to sparkle. And so she did.
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This wild heart beats restlessness.
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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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Give me love like summer rain.
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I search for summer in every corner of september.
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We all need more solitude sundays.
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