Whispers of Unspoken Dreams
Letters That Heal the Soul
The letters that are heard...
The whispers of the dream in the mind of the listener
The poems are unfamiliar
The blankets of the mind of the listener
The melody of a dream in the mind of the listener
The sweet and unusual love that is growing
How the letters of the letter are heard...
When you are secretly burning on the face of the father,
The image of a painting on the wall
I am immediately healed by the thousand years of love that are fading away
I am healed by that caressing...
Standing on the bed of unfamiliar feelings
To kiss, the sweet and beautiful lavender
To sleep in the beauty
To laugh, the sweet and beautiful lavender
To sleep in the dream
To sleep in the dream
To sleep in the dream
To feel comforted secretly...
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