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We lay beneath the myrtle tree, my love and I, our hearts blossoming like its flowers, pink with passion and pain. We wept with the rain, my..

You beloved are a dream, a delusion of my essence, running deep within my veins filled with blood, fire and you. You're a truth half realised- ..

There's a lovely distant place somewhere only I know, where the sun shines bright through the winter's snow. The birds there sing songs of s..

I hope the sun shines bright where you are and the sky is forever so blue, the flowers on my side have withered and the nights aren't as beautiful..

The flowers were dancing, blush and green; then someone else's winter came, and they froze.

Beyond what you see, my words fail me, this is an odyssey, of my years to twenty-three. The desire to be free, owing none an apology, for unfu..

afire you are the scorching sun which sets aflame the world but the gentle zephyr wind for me which soothes my skin with it's soft touch ..

I cut my hands and heart for you; Whilst you stood there and watched, Undaunted; And said that I didn't bleed enough. You smoked the ash..

Inspired by the Danish Hygge.

I keep catching your glimpses Through the crevices Of the tall weeping willows Surrounding the fences Where you always keep standing With your ..