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The fading light

If I dared to ask a single question; without hesitation or even the smallest proclamation it would be uttered with the deepest respect I could possess.
How does it matter in which way the reflections upon your soul whispers thy affections?
Why does the devoted winds reply with such power that the ailing moon receives envious notions?
Can the undying energy of which they can not see nor touch feel like the making of the beginning that bled the truth?
How many lives upon their dying breaths truly lived by their own precious desires?
My sweet lover, regret not the choices that brought you changes. Devote yourself to the existence of the fading light.




Fri vers av Frida Andersson
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Publicerad 2017-07-31 23:59



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    Cynikerns dagbok
Tycker om det här mycket. Inte bara ditt sätt att uttrycka dig, jag känner även att orden berör min själ. Tack för detta
2017-08-01
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Frida Andersson
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