Morning mist

Born as a desire
in worlds where the gods dance and prepares love in form of a beverage
door to a river that never runs dry
lacks nothing
like an angels transparency, veils are traveling
and freedom is letting the fire burn
throwing sparks whenever you lost your heart’s faith.

Pink fog

Nature and landscapes

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