The wind sounds like a silver wire,
And from beyond the noon a fire
Is pour'd upon the hills, and nigher
The skies stoop down in their desire;
And, isled in sudden seas of light,
My heart, pierced thro' with fierce delight,
Bursts into blossom in his sight.

Alfred Tennyson

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The dunes are changed by the wind, but the desert never changes. That's the way it will be with our love for each other

Paulo Coelho

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