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Foggy dreams...
During these long years wasted searching for my essence, I was stuck in the middle between despair and mediocre happiness, where pain and suffering clung like leeches, sucking every drop of happiness from my emaciated body. Walking alone and aimlessly on one of those foggy November mornings, you walked slowly past me with graceful steps and the scent of jasmine and cinnamon, when suddenly your amber eyes seemed to penetrate deep into my soul for a moment and make me for a split second, I feel whole and focused again on the beauty of a flourishing life.
© Sveto
© Sveto
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