Spring is poetry poured into nature.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNThe open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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In her empty wine of glass, there’s a world of lost dreams.
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If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?
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I either want a love like poetry or no love at all.
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Summer was soaked with you.
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She loves her lonely moments the silence away from the crowds, when its just her daydreaming.
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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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Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.
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From her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.
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My only home are the daydreams I dream.
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Summer left me like an almost lover.
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I can’t wait for half a love because I’ve always needed more.
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We are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.
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Sometimes getting lost is just the right direction.
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The way she danced through life was poetry.
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We were half a summer love but a forever kind of memory.
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