With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNSpring is poetry poured into nature.
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
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I either want a love like poetry or no love at all.
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Kiss the words from my lips like a love poem.
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I feel blurry as a reflection in water.
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We are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.
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Let’s go back when we still saw stories in the stars.
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From her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.
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Lets breath magic into each other.
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Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.
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August died but summer lived on with your kiss.
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She loves her lonely moments the silence away from the crowds, when its just her daydreaming.
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Summer left me like an almost lover.
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I dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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We were half a summer love but a forever kind of memory.
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