The delights of a thousand dreams await within,
Yet I stand rooted outside your window,
Trembling like a tamarind in the breeze.
Unable to move,
Unable to breathe,
Hoping for one flutter of your curtain.
~from Silk Dreams

Auteur: Mia Marlowe

The delights of a thousand dreams await within,<br />Yet I stand rooted outside your window,<br />Trembling like a tamarind in the breeze.<br />Unable to move,<br />Unable to breathe,<br />Hoping for one flutter of your curtain.<br />~from Silk Dreams - Mia Marlowe



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